When Job sat desolate in his distress,
No outer warmth relieved his inner cold.
Each comforter had warned him to confess
His sorrows were his secret sins grown bold.
Job would not yield his own integrity.
It was the only candle he had left
Against the dark; some little majesty
Of Soul with which to ease a life bereft.
Then came Elihu, speaking out of youth,
Showing integrity as Spirit's flame.
Job, prone before this hurricane of Truth,
Felt Love's fingers pluck away his shame.
Job found his God within the whirlwind's roar,
And all his world came back to him—and more.
Poems
Job
From the August 1949 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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