bookofjob | with backward mutters of dissevering power

Job 1:6 Now there was a day when the sons of God came to present themselves before the LORD, and Satan also came among them.

You may listen to me read the sonnet via the player below.

In the land of a wise, eastern nation,
Lived a man with an average name like Bob
Who came up in a conversation
Between The Adversary and God.

Bob was a great man and good, for he would
Consecrate his children regularly
Make a sacrifice for each for they could
Have sinned or blessed out God unknowingly.

Now there was a day (his eldest’s birthday),
When trusting Bob’s sincere consecration
That God gave all Bob had and loved away
To The Adversary’s examination.

What can you do when you’re held to your word,
But release what was given and bless the Lord?

© Randall Edwards 2021. This poem is for Christ’s church. If it is helpful, please feel free to copy or reprint in church bulletins, read aloud, or repost. I only ask that an attribution be cited to myself (Randall Edwards) and this blog (backwardmutters.com).

I wonder if Monet ever thought That among the two hundred and fifty Paintings of water lilies that he caught Something more than his pond in Giverny-- That lurking beneath the pond’s surface, there Might be something in the edge’s dark hues, A hiding hippopotamus somewhere, Silent in the shade of deep greens and blues? And I wonder if the leaning into The beauty of that place with a palette knife Whether Behemoth rose up, charged, broke through The still surface with the terrors of life: His mother dying or his wife's last breath, To swallow him again in grief and death? © Randall Edwards 2021