Job (2) Poem by Gert Strydom

(after Johan Steyn)

An angel and his followers do infect the entire universe,
Job's festering swears do open with pus running out of them.
His heart and body burns and everything whirls past his mind.
That everything is coming to nothing bothers him.
It's night while he waits upon God for answers.
In front of him God does appear in bright light.
In his vision He stands glorified and wounded
and Job is restored and healed.

[Reference:"Job" by Johan Steyn.]
© Gert Strydom