“Job”

like Job

i sit in

dust and ashes

and scrape my wounds,

surrounded by

a circle of friends

with the

best of intentions

but nothing

they can really

speak into

my situation,

holding tight to

God’s goodness

and righteousness

when it seems

all hope

is gone,

flown away

like a bird

whose cage

was somehow

left standing open

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