Job’s answer

God’s Questions

I had heard reports about you, but now my eyes have seen you. Therefore, I reject my words and am sorry for them; I am dust and ashes. 

Job 42:5-6

Pure Wisdom,

We are suffering,

crushed by the weight of life,

burdened by a world torn apart,

tired of the thorns and the thistles. 

Our bodies are covered 

in boils of infirmity and injustice.

Our skin itches with loneliness.

We scratch the itch with fickle flings

that spread the pus and leave a wound.

Our souls are tired 

of breathing heavy and gasping for air, 

longing for solace but receiving unfair,

craving touch but enduring abandon.

So we search for answers

and ask millions of questions,

but receive pad answers 

from so called friends

that we wish would be silent. 

So we flood you with questions

Why me, why that, why now?

But where do we hide when you’re asking the questions?

What do we say to the counsel of Wisdom?

…

You ask me to answer

unanswerable questions

about your infinite mystery 

and unspeakable grandeur.

Where were you when I lid up the world?

Where were you when I spoke plants alive?

Do you know how to water the earth?

Do you know how to confine the seas?

We stand silent before you

in the smallness of unknowing,

unwise as ostriches,

running as fast as we can,

leaving our eggs in the sand.

We have nothing to say;

we close our mouths with our hands.

For we had hear reports about you,

but now our eyes have seen you.

We reject our words 

and are sorry for them;

we are dust and ashes. 

Amen