Job 21:17

“How oft is the candle of the wicked put out! And how oft their destruction upon them! God distributeth sorrows in his anger.”  Job 21:17

By Elvira

They                                        Danced                                    in their home
uncaring                                  for it
was built                                  of Brick.
They                                        counted                                   their gold —
their sheep
their children —
singing                                     Praises to the God
of Fortune
and . . .

The Waif                                 looked
Unfed
Ragged Clothed,
Eyes
begging                                   for Relief.

The Drapes                              closed.

Where                                     is                                              the Mercy
the Charity?
The Rich Man                          Gave                                        his tomb
to save                                     disgrace —
The Poor Man                         gave                                        his coat
to clothe                                  the Stranger . . .
and

I                                               wanting
to be worthy
FAIL                             to give the
Last Piece of
Bread —
For My Hunger                        Trumps                                    a Stranger’s!

Shameful,
Seeking                                    Redemption
Self destroyed                         is the Ego
For                                                                                           that is the
only
Way.
yet . . .
Gravity                                                holds                                        the Body.
but
Redemption
comes NOT!

Wandering,
Wandering,
Self Loath
Finds                                        Its Target.
for Inner Heart                        Bleeds                                     for ALL.

Pull Me, Push Me
But, Let ME
GO!
OBLIVION                                IS                                             SAFER
Than    HERE.

“Three Person God”                                                                You
“HAD                                       ME at
HELLO”
But Let ME
SERVE                                      this sentence
in PEACE~
I’ve                                          GIVEN
‘til Dry —
So . . .
Let                                           ME
DIE

July 2014

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