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Silent Cry

A Poem: When The Life of Job Is Your Reality

I cry my tears in silence
to ward off sympathy
that could only destroy

How do I let you know
that the shallowness of your own heart
treads upon my holy pain?
At best, you may truly care
At worst, you are masking your own
self-interested stance

Yet, even with the purest of motives
How could I let you see? The passion within,
I do not dare to understand
Yet, with one meager glance you will
try to enter
And explain away with Elihu’s¹ wisdom,
my precious ruby.

So while I call you friend
You will never know my depth
For even if I cried aloud,
you would only hear a resounding gong.

[1] In the Book of Job, Elihu is the fourth friend who angrily tries to correct Job as he is processing through unspeakable levels of suffering.

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