THE BATTLES OF JOB (In my mind)

"Curse God and die" She said to me.

I looked up at her with my brow beaten eyes.. you think (is that a misrepresentation), Yes, I would hardly lie...

My brow beaten sore eyes stared starry at my wife and ... Just stopped...

She is a petite woman... Female in all the splendour of her ardour.
She represents all great things known and spoken of the gender.

She stands as lithely as any athlete that would ever be born...
Her hair is black like the cloud-storm that gathers to water dry earth...
Oh, my jumbled mind mumbles sweetness whenever the fan of its silk cools the calefactory uprise of my unsteady temperature...

Her smile... Oh, her wonderful smile resurrects the rumble of joy deep in my belly... It arises from the tomb of strain and wags its tail of gladness...

My lips respond to the deep waters of her laughter; the sound of frank enjoyment and amusement startles my heart within my chest, and it beats against the door of its room, jumping in excitement, as if it can't wait to tear free from the cage of my body and just stare at her fun...

She is the wife of my youth.

I met my wife on one of journeys to a kingdom somewhere (I apologise for my brain's struggle to flip the pages of my memory, at the moment)...

The King offered me a bountiful table, and a bevy of beauties.

He fussed at my disinterest in securing a number of wives to share the great wealth the Almighty entrusted unto me, and was set on the mission to stir my loins and tug at my heart with his colourful presentation of prospects.

The simpering ladies he offered, blinked hard sporadically (a very scary approach, it made me think of sharks)...

They coohed in that funny tone that mothers use for their babies.
The excess attention was so stifling that I unconsciously adjusted the neck of my shirt...

The King talked endlessly aided by the wooden cup between his slipperry fingers.
He laughed robustly about his otherworldly escapades, and smacked my lap to portray every point (which seemed to be every word)...

When he fell asleep mid-sentence, I slipped out of the room, and sought fresh air in the comfort of the wild.

While I stood thinking on God's counsel and laws, I saw her.

She was a phenomenal bright that lit the starless night...

She danced across the wild like a sprite out of the legendary folklore, and sang to the trees like the beings our mothers never dared speak...

Oh, she mesmerized me...
Her light stung my heart, quick and fast.

I walked towards her as if pulled by a force I did not ken.
There was an essence in her presence that called out to my existence...

Without further ado, I took her fingers and twirled a ton in the midst of abundance.

There was an 'ah' that resonated deep within me, I guess it was the same that Adam felt when he glimpsed Eve.

Her hair tickled my hands, goose bumps to follow ... Oh, the sweet stance of find God made in the throes of time.


It's a decade later, and my babe is as beautiful as that wonderful night, even though she's smeared with the pain of our loss, and the abject of our present suffering.

I stared at her torn dress and bruised eyes, and I longed to ease her obvious pain...

"Curse. God. and. die. Job.", she enunciated every word with typical and purposeful hand gestures, that made me wonder if she thought God had added deafness to my seemingly never-ending painful experience...

I stared at my wife's pain-filled eyes and whispered, "Though He slay me, Yet will I praise Him".

Compromise?

Compromise was a word she'd heard but never experienced. 

She stood between the devil and the blue sea, and compromise was a titillating escape in that space.

The devil called to her soul. 

His dark side beckoned the deposits he'd planted in her mind. 

She was Eve again, doubting God's Word, and considering the devil's deceit. 

He promised her nations and the globe; he swore to fill her empty whole and power her elbow;

His devil-tongue rolled its snake-like double edge round her heart, and snuffed the light of God's Amen.

She walked as if hypnotized by the abyss of the devil's sparkle, 

and...

then she heard the waves...

The calming sound of its storm beckoned her soul 'come'.

The red sea lost it metaphorical assumption, and before her eyes, it became the attraction of the literal redemption.

The Red Sea of Love...

The waters waved its substance in the space the Master set its boundaries...

The blue faded its slurping-sloshing movement, and rolled into the painful wrenching red of blood.

She watched the mysterious 'great sight', synonymous to the absolute strange of history past that captured the prophet, Moses.

She beheld intently, the Person whose bleeding disturbed the blue, as HIS body was a great big mass of red hue.

The tongue twist around her heart strained to contain her curiosity, and the devil grabbed for her personality, calling to his seed within her to respond to his animosity....

To no avail...

She looked beyond the sea, into the eyes of the Majesty bleeding blood so precious it flowed like a river of diamond sparkle. 

She stared into His eyes and understood her stubbornness put that pain in their beautiful, glorious reality.

Still... 

He beckoned her 'come'.

She ran!!! 

Compromise is a word she now understands. 

She understands that she would never apply herself to its deceit.

SHE NOW IS, FOREVER OWNED!!!