Job’s Harvest Poem by Roy Merchant

Somewhere, out there, in a world so harsh
A young man wept a tear
He’d been working hard, toiling the land
For, one month and a year

There was nothing to show, nothing to see
For all the hard work, he had done
The seeds, were still lifeless in their pods
Like there was no rain, or rising sun

How, would he feed his children?
What, would the family do?
The ground, just sat there looking lifeless
And hopelessness, was all that grew

On harvest morning, he sat in his fields
Quietly, observing the land
Seeing barren fields, where life should be
And trying to understand

“My God, why hast thou forsaken me?
What, have I done wrong?
Have I not, been worshipping you?
Both, in prayer and in song”

“You say you are the mighty one
You can do miracles, in your sleep
You say you made the universe in 6 days
And yet, you make me weep”

“You said, you would always be there for me
To protect me in times of strife
You know, what was, what is and what will be
Yet, you starve my children and wife”

“We cannot live a year without food
My family will surely die
Yet, your power could have saved me
So, why? My Dear Lord, why? ”
“How could you fail to help me?
Why give me so much pain?
How, and when, did I offend you so much?
My Dear Lord, please explain

I need not, explain anything to you
How dare you question my plan! !
Do you think that you can anticipate me?
I was here before the void began

You offer me your songs and praises
On Sunday mornings with all the glory
Then the rest of the week you deny and shun me
As if you think I am not in charge of your story

Where? Were you when I built Alpha Centauri?
Do you know why my insects have lived so long?
Have you seen the view from the sixth moon of the Globus Nebulae?
Or the beings who live in the diamond rocks of Patong
Do you think what you see, is all there is?
Somethings are worth more than your praises and songs

If you truly believed in me
There’d be no hopelessness in your mind
I do know, what was and what will be
And, I can save the future from behind.

So, go away and cry no more
Enjoy the harvest day
There will be a good tomorrow
When sweet things, will come your way.

(Copyright - Roy Merchant - 15 September 2008)