These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Rhythms

These rhythms make the poem flow,
a-moving all the days we know.
Of all that's faced, we ever grow.
The goal is reaped of what we sow.

These days and nights in rhythms dance.
Our friendships strong, we take each chance.
The bodies slow as hearts advance,
committed to our long-held stance.

Iambic rhythm sounds like talk
in daily life communion's walk
keeps hope alive, until we dock
in Heaven's portals, then take stock.

The rhythms of the stormy ways
excite the night, and charge the days
in lightning, thunder, wind displays
through care of One, which all obeys.

The rhythm of great HISt'ry draws
unto the end, where Judgment's maws
devour sin and godless cause,
where Mankind most should stop and pause.

Great rhythms known in Bible writ
of actions sown, their answers get.
Such wisdom comes as we admit
the wrongs we've done through human wit.

Creation's rhythms by God's Hands
fall not a beat of His Great Plans.
Agree with Him, heart understands
the peace of living His Demands.

by Jay O’Toole
on August 6th, 2025