Job the Phoenix
The
yearnings
and
groanings
of
afflicted
Job,
Echoing
in
the
silence
of
boredom
and
loneliness,
A
melancholic
and
sober
music,
Giving
sweet
and
beautiful
tone,
Only
to
the
ears
of
his
listeners.
A
reminiscence
he
thought,
Perhaps
will
relieve
his
pains.
Used
to
be
the
best
For
once
upon
a
time,
Once
a
valued
gold
But
now
a
cast
out
stone.
The
only
thing
left
to
brag
Now
but
left
in
the
past.
Lamenting
at
the
corner
of
confusion,
Crying
foul
on
matters
of
his
affliction,
Asking
the
same
puzzling
questions,
Over
and
over
again,
Though
rhetorical
but
expecting
answers,
Why
do
the
righteous
suffer?
Then
out
came
the
thundering
voice,
Able
to
scare
the
bravest,
But
comfort
to
Job
the
weakest.
The
consoling
words
of
supreme
God
of
Job,
Puting
an
end
to
all
his
woes.
There
is
hope
for
a
seed,
Though
it
be
dead
in
the
soil,
But
out
of
mysteries
will
sprout
out,
Blooming
proudly
with
new
kinds
In
thousands,
millions
and
billions,
Just
like
a
phoenix
rebirth
out
of
its
doom.
Plot:
The
poem
is
based
on
the
biblical
character
of
Job
whose
fortune
was
restored
after
he
has
lost
everything
including
family
out
of
the
verge
of
complete
hopelessness.
Copyright © Johnson Adeniyi | Year Posted 2014
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