These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Precious Moments of Rest

The little birds upon the heights
amid the torrents of rain
find peace and rest, these gifts so bright,
ensconced in the crag's refrain.

Let wind, let rain assail the rock,
protecting the tiny souls
of fowls or folks around the clock,
who rest within His folds.

In temporal life or lasting Grace
the Lord shows care to those
He made and bought for his Own Place.
We're blest because He Chose.

by Jay O’Toole
on September 13th, 2025