Job (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Elisabeth Eybers)

As a person that does not understand life, God and destiny
where he continually scratches with a potsherd his wounds
Job do not comprehend the ways of life, his sorrow and God
and time remains indestructible where it passes too slowly,
it's as if stripped he stands alone in life,
his limbs are tired and wasted away,
he has too much pain to walk out of this misery
and day after day rolls on into his pondering
and without answers stays his many questions,
where he wants much more than just relief,
while his mind wanders between himself and God
where he is caught in the progress of many days,
where nobody can truly tell him why
but later God does astound him.

[Reference:"Job" by Elisabeth Eybers.]

© Gert Strydom