Like Unto Job

Like Unto Job

A Poem by JadedSparrow
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This is the newest installation in a collection of collaborations that I have come to cherish. Brianna, thank you for this opportunity.

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Yesterday's triumphs,

Are met with staggering failures today,

The sonorous laughter of my tormentors,

Drives me that much closer to the ground,

It was not until now,

I noticed I was kneeling.

 

Beaten down, trodden upon

Abandoned by friends, forsaken by all

For I am desolate, dismal and gloomy

Woe is me, wretched and pitiful

I stoop from the weight of evils

To examine the meaning of existence


Only to realize that I could search forever,

Never quite grasping the reason for my misfortune.

Unto the hills, I lift my eyes,

For there is nothing left to see beneath me.

Much to my trepidation,

There is nothing above me either.

 

All is silent from Heaven above

If there is a God, He is unvoiced,

While my enemy has plenty to utter

Every manner of evil is spoken of me,

For they rejoice in my affliction,

Saying it is I that imparts iniquity,


It is I who will never know retribution,

Though salvation is a thing promised,

I know those words are empty,

For I am desolate, dismal and gloomy,

A wretched and pitiful thing,

Stooping from the weight of my own wickedness.

 

 

By: Brianna Brie & JadedSparrow

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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© 2015 JadedSparrow


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Stunningly hits you on the head, and you realise that yes, I have felt that low that not even God hears, you both have captured every emotion so well, and have worked with great unity because the flow and voice sound one. Real talent shines in this piece of work, and sadly, great truth of how many people are now living.

All is silent from Heaven above
If there is a God, He is unvoiced,
While my enemy has plenty to utter
Every manner of evil is spoken of me,
For they rejoice in my affliction,
Saying it is I that imparts iniquity,

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Reads like a single poet,you guys must really think as one! :)
great read!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really love your poems. I have been reading them and they are full of emotions. They are very moving... :-)

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Great work!! Thanks for sharing in it with me. Love the opening stanza! Especially this line, "The sonorous laughter of my tormentors,". I think we literally wrote it in like ten minutes. :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Stunningly hits you on the head, and you realise that yes, I have felt that low that not even God hears, you both have captured every emotion so well, and have worked with great unity because the flow and voice sound one. Real talent shines in this piece of work, and sadly, great truth of how many people are now living.

All is silent from Heaven above
If there is a God, He is unvoiced,
While my enemy has plenty to utter
Every manner of evil is spoken of me,
For they rejoice in my affliction,
Saying it is I that imparts iniquity,

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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