THE SEDUCTION OF JOB: Twenty Years Later
A Dramatic Poem
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Job wonders about God's ways.
JOB TO SELF:
Of all
the wonders and mysteries on earth,
The
most amazing is why I am at peace
Amid
the ruins of my fortunes sure to come
And the
agony of my sin's progress.
Why has
God brought His wrath upon me,
Whose
blow has also converted my hardened soul
In line
with His sweetness of mercy
And
peace of mind that softens His anger?
God
punishes me with His fury;
Yet, He
opens my heart so I can see.
I am
the object of His avenging angels,
Yet,
their scorn also makes my mind understand.
My sin
punishes me cruelly and pitilessly
According
to the law of heaven and earth.
But why
does my heart feel mercy in God's displeasure
And in
His terror do I see and understand more?
There
are other men of greater sins than mine,
Old
Eliphaz was right asserting the point.
But why
has God selected me, of all sinners,
For His
terrible wrath and His wonderful love,
His
thunderous anger and His quiet light,
And His
immense fury and His measured tenderness?
Why is
God's punishment so cruel
I
should suffer my great fall;
Why
does the Almighty love me so
That I
would find peace in my own death?
In my
suffering I am His favored sinner,
And in
my peace do I understand His love.
But,
why upon me is the burden of the elect,
And of
God's favor that I must return?
Why has
the Almighty chosen me, not another,
Who has
committed greater sins than mine?
Of all
the wonders and mysteries under heaven,
The
most wondrous and mysterious is still
How He
reverses a sinner's ways
To do
His work above all else
And
imitate the angels holy and saints pious.
I am
converted as one of His wonders
And
among God's mysteries have I reversed my ways.
In His
plan I became His chosen sinner;
In His
design will my possessions depart;
And in
His purpose have I denounced myself.
All
things are made new in my world without,
As my
being within is reborn as never before.
In
poverty I will leave my old days,
And in
prayer shall I find my new God.
O the
blackness of poverty, ahead and behind;
O the
loneliness of prayer, rejoiced and dreaded!
In the
purity of poverty
I
should praise God's reason,
And in
the sweetness my prayer
Would I
seek His love.
Still,
I am sorrowful to leave the world I know,
And, in
great fear, do I take my steps forward,
For
God's power to move me I cannot resist;
Nor His
call to awaken me can I refuse.
In what
other ways could a sinner respond,
And how
else would I answer His love,
But in
complete abandonment
And
absolute trust in Him?
O
freedom of my spirit, so true when humbled;
O
abundance of my life only in poverty;
O my
strength renewed in fears conquered‑‑
Wonder
of all wonders, mystery of all mysteries.
In my
silent prayers does my peace come;
In my
tears overcome is my happiness found.
The Reunion of the Soul and the Body at the Resurrection -- William Blake
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