Haiku
of the gobsmacked
I am
in the dark.
What
is the charge against me?
Paint
it on my face!
Out
of the whirlwind
the
voice of the almighty:
Let’s
see what you know!
God
comes the heavy:
Answer
me, if you are game.
My
turn to question!
When
earth’s foundations
were
laid, and its measurements
set
out; were you there?
When
I gave each star
its
place in heaven’s choir
where
were you hiding?
Who
set the limits
to
the oceans as they swelled?
(Do
that again, God!)
Those
deserted lands
where
none pray for rain to fall;
still
I water them.
Who
gives birth to dew,
rain
and sleet; and winter frost
to
freeze lakes solid?
After
much complaint,
Job,
standing before the Lord,
has
nothing to say.
©
Ken Rookes 2020
Posted in response to the Narrative Lectionary readings from Job for the fourth Sunday after Pentecost
