Poetry from Abby Bland

Job
by Abby Bland (student, William Jewell College)

Job sits

In his pile of ashes

Pile of ashes,

Skin bubbling,

Sackcloth burning,

Bound in the chains of his undoing.

And silent he sits,

He sits silent

As the sky

Waiting without whirlwind.

Leviathan whines and the earth shutters…

What is man that he must suffer

What is man

What is man that he comes from the womb and

God should notice

What is man that he may speak and

Ask what he is?

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