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At The Well With Saint Job's Wife
Of course I told Job to curse God and die.
I am his wife. Why would I want to lie
to him? I spoke the truth of common sense,
based on our recent, sad experience----
loss of our children and our property.
Then afterward, those stinking boils---from crown
to sole: he scrapes them with some old, clay shard.
He does not speak the slightest blasphemy.
I am not kicking him while he is down:
the situation, simply, is too hard
for me, and I cannot cling to that sham
of stubborn faith Job long ago received---
and which he has tenaciously believed---
from words that he believed had been inspired
by God to an old man that Job once met
(whom he says, still, that he cannot forget),
a wealthy traveler called Abraham.
Starward
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