Seven spindly cattle
Seven wind torn stalk
Hungry Hunting down the plump
between the reed grass
the cupbearer forgot you
And though, decryption belongs to God
grain and justice seem a steam too hard to grasp
Drip. goes the leak in the jail cell wall
Years pass slow, alone.
Life is a vapor but it can feel like tar
They dropped you in a pit
Stole your coat with the rug rip
And the devil walks the foyer and asks to test your metal
(Genesis 37, 39)
He dropped you on an ash pile
Wiped your loved ones with a wildfire
Gave you sores and sour spouse words with your rend
(Job 1, 2)
Peel the boil and zero in
Block out your enemies and your so called friends
Leave a thousand garments behind
Decryption belongs to God
Clamp your tongue and wait for dreams
Seize the Truth by any means
He will restore you
But the wanton and the fools,
The liars and the cruel
Heap up siloes full of judgement for the party
When the hand scrapes on the plaster
They breathe faster
And the scales they feared,
appear to be quite real.
Weigh out wheat now while you can
But even more: weigh out the sand
Of the quickly falling grains inside the hourglass.
A quick glance at Joseph and Job two men who both received seemingly undeserved cruelty and hardship, but both who persevered, focusing on doing right in an evil world, despite a lack of “decryption” of the confusing nature of their plight.
Life is fraught with obstacles, hardships and injustices, and it behooves us to prepare, be wise and tactical, and lay up grain for the lean years. But we cannot predict the future fully, and so must rely on the grace of God for guidance.
Most of all we should follow the narrow path and number our days, which are given by God, and are not promised. Life is short and we must act accordingly.