![]() Like Unto JobA Poem by JadedSparrow![]() This is the newest installation in a collection of collaborations that I have come to cherish. Brianna, thank you for this opportunity.![]()
Like Unto Job
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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