The Book of Job

“God forbid!” cried Job – “You treat your enemies like this –

The way You treat Your friends!”

Soul Shy

Days long ago I wrestled with

God.

Stormed his walls and claimed his ear.

Today, I fidgeted, and watched my feet, and stammered a triviality.

How shy of you I am,
how anxiously I tiptoe now
going past your door,

for fear

that You might hear me.

Blessing
is a complicated word

a Christian favorite we don’t quite
understand.

For God says,
“Blessed are
the beggarly
the sad
the sober
unassuming
slandered and unlistened-to for Jesus’ sake.”

Hardly, I think,
the kind of blessing
we are asking for.

You master work of living art,
You beautiful
immortal
merry-hearted girl,

Today three years into
eternity:

I pray
Your treasures multiply with every passing day
Until day breaks and shadows flee away.