Oh my God moves mountains
though
they are faithless
He brings the earthquake
and walks on the sea
At His word the sun stops
the stars stand there trembling
Yet He slips by me
soft as a spring
How shall I plead
with the Master of Monsters
When my God stikes against me
again and again
When He strikes like a hawk
and no one can stop him
When even one breath
is too much to ask
How shall I plead
what court is great enough
How can I stand
to His crushing word
Innocence no shelter
against the such a power
If indeed I am innocent
how can I be sure?
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I have another crazy idea about doing more of Job -- but I am working to talk myself out of it. I don't think I could possibly live up to the original. And yet it compels me.
Uh-oh.
As much as I like your Job poems I vote for more Otter! Hey where is that new chapter you promised?
You vote? Even I don't get to vote. I follow the whims of my excitements.
And I'm not really excited about typing up the chapter I wrote. I'm not sure it's on the right track.
Thought you were asking like when you asked re Sir Gawain. Sorry if I offended.
I understand how you might not live up to the original Job, but just think, if you reach people with a few excerpts, like this chapter 9, you might get them reading more of their bible, which is always a good thing. I like this revised version better -- it's cleaner somehow, and flows better. Thank you as always for sharing your writer's life with us.
Should the sixth couplet be
"When He strikes like a hawk/ and no one can stop Him"? There seem to be a few other typos, but the subject matter is something I encourage you to continue.
Eric: you didn't offend me. The joke is on me that the muse or whatever is such a capricious dictator....
Amanda, yes it should, and I fixed it.
Therese: reading Bibles is always a good thing? what kind of Good Catholic attitude is that?