Reverse Midas Touch

For Job… Feeling like loss Was simply a part of him, His very nature, existence, being Dependent on the whims of One Far greater than he could appreciate, So great, in fact, that no one Not him, not me…. Could describe this wonder, the wonderful The serenity or sincerity, the soothing That trembles in the distance where there is The Light, silencing the darkness, breaking Through every doubt – destroying every fear Wiping away the trembling tears, stirring Breathless memories of all that is pure, All the joy and peace, the winds of grace Feeling like loss Would never leave his presence, Never let him be – without injury, Without the thrashing sounds… Slaughtering peace and gentleness, Erasing the promise of serenity Could there ever be light In the darkness of such black night? Could the One who created him Ever find a way for him to know victory? Could this be the end for him… Who had always prayed for His blessings, His forever peace, mercy and grace… The chance to be filled with true faith? Feeling like he would forever bring… Shadows to the dreams, blackness to the light, Dejection to the hope and depression to the belief Feeling like he would always be the one To know the reverse midas touch, the dreadful Knowing that anything he touched would soon Turn to dust, darkness and despair – left him silent On the edge of each prayer, erased by the fate… That seemed to him a curse, an affliction from hell This or That, Vol 15 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh December 23, 2022