A modern day tale of retribution.
What can a man lose that is the most
I tell you this, there are many who have
Of job: Imagine the power, respect,
Position that has been taken away.
Money is as useful to the extent it
Family connections are valued if they are
I have friends, who have come, who have
known my wife;
What is the loss in a very short life?
What is the tie that binds us to what is
We who are fallen, suffer pain only once:
The ache and vacancy of our shortcoming.
Where is my faith, when all I can feel is
Is the darkness of the pit outside, or
could it be inside?
My tongue is tied if I speak of love,
For life on earth, or heaven above,
Has no sense when moral decay,
Has taken the prize, the reward away.
The soul can linger in its own space,
Sadly lacking that link to God’s grace.
We can come to meet the foe face to face,
Where we ask for the support and redemption
Where are those friends now who have sat at
Can it be they have fled, and found
themselves in Purgatory?
Who will bear responsibility for the
Of rules and obligations that should be
What makes beggars of the wealthy and rich?
It might be the sadness of incomplete
It is possible your friends as counsellors
Supportive, understanding; who will show
Walk gently through that good night,
Upon which you have written and have lost
Of the pre-nuptial bond that was to bind,
To be the reward of support and shared
A gift loses its sweetness when it is given
The flavour sours when one is dismayed,
By the pretense of a cover that did not
Upon the breast fair, at the price you have
My mind is cast in the shadow of doubt!
There is no pain greater, than to be
A possession prized above many things,
Especially if it is a gift given with no
The act of one’s own violition, something
Shared as a truth and secret admission.
There are times when the weakest will fall,
Or, the stronger, because they choose to
Be wary of the falsehoods that mask the
Of the words uttered as they are spawned,
To cover the depth of an iniquity,
When the cover is a blind to cover perjury!
Friends may not be what they propose,
Token actions are there for their own
No truth can be replaced by proven fact,
No admission will leave the status quo
There are many occasions where support is
The manner of device something quite
The beauty of self assurance,
The requirement to maintain endurance.
I am Job!
My earlier experience was tested,
Compliant the admonition of those to be
My God, why has thou forsaken me?
To what purpose will my destruction serve?
My loss of possession, of pride,
In itself has not eliminated my desire,
But my soul, embittered will be cast down
when I have died!
God will surely provide,
To those who retain His truth inside,
To be a witness of this greater power,
Beyond the insignificant man of this hour,
Upon this planet which will cease to live,
Likewise be consumed by everlasting fire,
The death of a glory no man could inspire,
The failure of goodness over evil to
Let those who can, give praise to God!
Let those who repel the truth of the Word,
Be silent and still in their night,
Let theirs be the eternal death as their
Those who have broken their trust,
Have inflicted the punishment, the reward
of the lust,
For which they shall be eternally consumed,
In the chains of darkness and dust.
I can only ask God to give me relief;
I cannot ask for a joy I cannot understand;
I cannot ask for something of which I have
I can be content with a simple life.
I accept all that is my indifference,
To the betrayal of what should be significant,
By the actions of others whose
relationships are rife,
Who, by their immorality, have compromised
Forgive me Lord, for I have sinned;
Forgive me Lord, for I am a sinner;
Forgive me Lord through your grace,
Forgive me Lord that I may give praise.
Forgive me Lord for those I have known,
Forgive me Lord for all that has been sown,
Forgive me Lord that I should forgive,
Forgive me Lord if I may have a life to
May 18th. 1996 © Will George.