Brow furrowed
fists clinched
he settles into the haunch's of the night
and waits,
again
waits for the uninvited eddy of emotions to gain momentum,
a swirling descent into despair,
again
waits for the uninvited eddy of emotions to gain momentum,
a swirling descent into despair,
waits for the waves of inebriation to wash over him,
to deliver the escape he yearns for.
Unsure, now, whether in the body or out,
the fog slowly settles in.
But his spirit won't sleep.
A deep guttural growl escapes from the canyons of his soul,
and echoes
in a heart bruised
against the perpetual pursuit of relief.
He bellows,
"Why Lord, why me?"And like a tsunami
without a shore to tide it's strength,
the reply returns,
hurling sand and surf into his brokenness;
"Why NOT you?"
(L. Paddock)
And the Lord said unto Satan,
Hast thou considered my servant Job?
Job--1:8
Suffice it to be for now!
Matt-- 3:15
Though I walk in the midst of trouble,
you preserve my life;
You stretch out your hand against the anger of my foes,
with your right hand you save me.
Psalm-- 138:7
Title, mark 9:19
