Job 17:7-9

7 My eyes are swollen with weeping,

    and I am but a shadow of my former self.

8 The virtuous are horrified when they see me.

    The innocent rise up against the ungodly.

9 The righteous keep moving forward,

    and those with clean hands become stronger and stronger.

 

 What would "modern" society have done to Job?

 

Years ago the physical lifeline was disconnected so Chrystal’s O'Henri's

temporal life came to an end. What do we do with the “spiritual“ life-line

for the dying around us?

 

Pain ignored or did you now?

 

Who could see your tears at night?

 

Who was there when you cried out?

 

Who showed you to walk by sight?

 

 

 

Was it money that kept you back?

 

Was it fear that pushed you down?

 

Was it me who did not care

 

who took no time and made you frown?

 

 

 

Is it folks like me who are to blame?

 

The ones who think only about self

 

who justify their ways and means

 

like books unread upon a shelf?

 

 

 

In shadows of time this same refrain

 

has been sung time and again.

 

The voices changed or did they now?

 

The poor we know have always been.

 

 

 

It is said your brain is dead

 

but who can see within your heart?

 

That is where your life resides

 

and death can’t touch that special part.

 

 

 

What do you see ... and we don’t know?

 

Who holds your hand that we can’t see?

 

Who carries you now and holds the peace?

 

Who are the “we” that seem dead in deed?

 

 

 

Habitual the “we” fill the churches

 

on Sunday morn ... sometimes at night.

 

Feeling safe about our goings

 

carrying faith ... feeling right.

 

 

 

Has our faith turned out burden

 

that we drag along the way?

 

It holds us back from our wishes

 

where desires rule night and day.

 

 

 

Is that why “we” don’t see suffering

 

so “we” pass the lonely by?

 

Is it a wonder “we” can’t be trusted

 

by God and man and kids alike?

 

 

 

Crystal to us you’re one of many

 

but to God you’re the only one.

 

Where you sent simply to test us

 

and now your work on earth is done?

 

 

 

Self-imposed blindness we cherish

 

calling it a beam of light?

 

Like a mole in search for calling

 

digging deeper ... feeling bright.

 

 

 

Many reasons are given

 

why “we” are the way we are.

 

It is for certain without question

 

that we choose to “live” below par.

 

 

 

“We” lower standards to our liking

 

“we” tie the base line to out seat.

 

“We” pray for wings of our own making

 

to fly nowhere ... in endless repeat.

 

 

 

Jan Wienen