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[title] => JOB OF MODERN DAYS
[time] => 2004-08-18 08:06:59
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War rages, and the finest soldiers die,
The Nation’s best and most courages men,
While others amongst debris rubble cry,
That Charlie wreaked,- the dreadful hurricane.
But rhapsodists seem of this unaware,
And do their thing,- their thing,- as usually,
"It happened not to me,- nor mine,- why care
If others rot submerged in misery"?
A 96-year old man sits on shards,
And shattered fragments of his arduous life,
Lost all he had, and broken is his heart ,
For taken from him was the last - his wife.
And no one else to go has this old man,-
Who’ll dry his tears or suffocate a curse
Of him who sits upon a metal can,
This poorest and most helpless man on earth!
It’s hard for rhapsodists to emphasize,-
All wrapped up and engrossed in verse and rhyme,
Ignoring guns and blood and victims' cries
Of shattered lives, brute war, and hideous crimes..
“I am not hurt, -not me, -not me, nor mine“,
Declaims the highly gifted rhapsodist,
"Its OTHERS,-- but not me - why cry and whine?
We have with some promoter friends a tryst!.
Who conforts smitten Job of modern day?
That sits upom a tin can, or bare sod,
Not "righteous" friends like Job did have, - we pray,*
Be He consoled and comforted by God!
*Bildad
Eliphazz
Zaphar
Worthy friends of Job.
Book of Job 3-24
Elizabeth Dandy
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JOB OF MODERN DAYS
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Elizabeth_Dandy
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Wednesday, 18th August 2004 @ 08:06:59 AM in AEST
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War rages, and the finest soldiers die,
The Nation’s best and most courages men,
While others amongst debris rubble cry,
That Charlie wreaked,- the dreadful hurricane.
But rhapsodists seem of this unaware,
And do their thing,- their thing,- as usually,
"It happened not to me,- nor mine,- why care
If others rot submerged in misery"?
A 96-year old man sits on shards,
And shattered fragments of his arduous life,
Lost all he had, and broken is his heart ,
For taken from him was the last - his wife.
And no one else to go has this old man,-
Who’ll dry his tears or suffocate a curse
Of him who sits upon a metal can,
This poorest and most helpless man on earth!
It’s hard for rhapsodists to emphasize,-
All wrapped up and engrossed in verse and rhyme,
Ignoring guns and blood and victims' cries
Of shattered lives, brute war, and hideous crimes..
“I am not hurt, -not me, -not me, nor mine“,
Declaims the highly gifted rhapsodist,
"Its OTHERS,-- but not me - why cry and whine?
We have with some promoter friends a tryst!.
Who conforts smitten Job of modern day?
That sits upom a tin can, or bare sod,
Not "righteous" friends like Job did have, - we pray,*
Be He consoled and comforted by God!
*Bildad
Eliphazz
Zaphar
Worthy friends of Job.
Book of Job 3-24
Elizabeth Dandy
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Re: JOB OF MODERN DAYS
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by Elizabeth_Dandy on
Thursday, 19th August 2004 @ 01:14:41 PM AEST
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In my humble opinion, one of the best poems I have read.
Love
Vicky
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Re: JOB OF MODERN DAYS
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Posted by: REFLECTIONS on 08/18/04 @ 05:35PM
It matters not by what name a catastrophe is known; the death and destruction that follows in its path is akin to any battlefield. Eventually, one such experience shall touch the garment of every living soul. How sad for those who experience unbearable grief and torment for the first time on their own door step while stepping over, or walking around, the same unnoticed plight in their neighbor’s arms for a lifetime. we are each others keeper. We can not help but feel each others pain and offer our hand of help. As weak, or as aged, as we may be, it is the strength of that moment that binds us as one. Thank you Elizabeth for calling our attention to those who suffer.(John) AMDG
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Re: JOB OF MODERN DAYS
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Posted by: REFLECTIONS on 08/18/04 @ 05:35PM
It matters not by what name a catastrophe is known; the death and destruction that follows in its path is akin to any battlefield. Eventually, one such experience shall touch the garment of every living soul. How sad for those who experience unbearable grief and torment for the first time on their own door step while stepping over, or walking around, the same unnoticed plight in their neighbor’s arms for a lifetime. we are each others keeper. We can not help but feel each others pain and offer our hand of help. As weak, or as aged, as we may be, it is the strength of that moment that binds us as one. Thank you Elizabeth for calling our attention to those who suffer.(John) AMDG
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Re: JOB OF MODERN DAYS
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Thursday, 19th August 2004 @ 01:20:52 PM AEST
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It matters not by what name a catastrophe is known; the death and destruction that follows in its path is akin to any battlefield. Eventually, one such experience shall touch the garment of every living soul. How sad for those who experience unbearable grief and torment for the first time on their own door step while stepping over, or walking around, the same unnoticed plight in their neighbor’s arms for a lifetime. we are each others keeper. We can not help but feel each others pain and offer our hand of help. As weak, or as aged, as we may be, it is the strength of that moment that binds us as one. Thank you Elizabeth for calling our attention to those who suffer.(John) AMDG
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Re: JOB OF MODERN DAYS
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by lovingcritters on
Thursday, 19th August 2004 @ 01:54:43 PM AEST
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I always marvel at the account of Job.
He thought he had true friends who came to help.....He found out they were apostates, and came to blame! Poor Job, even the closest person to him, his wife....said, "Curse God and die!" He had no one he could on or depend on except His God. Same way today.....can't trust even your closest friends, can only Trust in Him.
Marvelously written ED
I congratulate you
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Re: JOB OF MODERN DAYS
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by emystar on
Saturday, 21st August 2004 @ 08:43:14 PM AEST
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tottally awesome but after all Jobs suffering God blessed Job many times over with more than he had in the beginning.
Remarkable work.
luv, hugs, smiles,
emy
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