I’ve been questioning my faith a lot lately.
And to go back and read Job, and how God
let satan give his best shot at swaying Job
away from the Him. I felt a small rejuvenation of faith
and it felt good.
Deep from the cockles of a shriveled heart
Can you hear the rumble goading from inside
Sins of the archetype, as they impart,
rebuked from paradise, as worlds collide.
Betwixt the burdens of god faring men
Were patent ghosts, relics, buried so deep
Life implants of a now begotten span
A parlor game where souls were reaped
And my atelier, clasped in His hands
Engulfed in His warmth, basking in His light
I thought I was safe. But was that a lie,
a plan, to see if stalwart was our plight?
Sundry, his designations worn before,
Accuser, adversary, prosecutor,
Sent by our Lord to assess, to accuse,
to challenge faith, to find the gross misuse.
And so unbounded, appears his right hand,
Then with solid feet, his knight chastens man
Chiding his family, expelling their presence,
the servile body as obeisance.
Yet when it bowed, the mind was in humble praise,
With venerated Love, the eyes towards the blaze,
Then spoken to the Lord, with pristine fraught,
“I came in with naught and shall leave with naught.”
But we view pious matters in isolation
Stuck on old words and their implications
Was God inciting satan, or testing Job?
Was God’s will resolute, or a fitting shop?
The impetus of faith, bathed in convenience
But unto Job his only path of credence.
As satan asked that God rid his bone and touch
to test his masses without their loving crutch.
Would Job still pay homage to God’s mouthful,
Knowing that Omnipresence meant willful?
And without pause before the accuser,
Job affirms as a religious consumer,
The trust of God and the Love he has felt,
Even in the shadow of death, as he knelt,
His sanctuary still in God’s clasping clutch
In reaffirmation and loving touch.