These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Anachronism: "Thy Speech Bewrayeth Thee"

How doth yon poet ply his craft
with "thees" and "thous" and weirdsome words?
Methinks some reader often laughed
at things now said with mos absurd.

He talks of Jesus' worthy Name,
though many do not find Him so.
"Anachronism!" That's the blame,
a social misfit rare to know.

One Simon Peter skulking near
His Master's trial warmed for cold,
denied his Friend for very fear,
though Supper's fealty was quite bold.

"Thou wast with Him in Garden, Sir."
"I know not what thou sayest to me."
"'Tis true the thing I now infer
for list. Thy speech bewrayeth thee."

"That's very lie. Now, with an oath,
I raise my voice to him deny!"
How oft do I with nasal growth
deny my Lord with silence by?

When in some situation dire,
I'm asked, "Do know thee, Jesus Christ?
Some say His Name is lofty, higher,
The Son of God, Who paid the price!"

Will life per this be on the line?
Will Truth be spoke, if life they take?
Is silent wisdom always fine?
Doth judgment fall, if silence break?

Quite out-of-place, and off the mark
are testimonies lived in Book,
but words of honor often spark,
that fires of trial be not forsook.

line count: 32
poetry form: quatrains of iambic tetrameter lines
prompt number: 7 (March 7th, 2026)

by Jay O’Toole
on March 7th, 2026