Old and full of days
what a Job!
richer through suffering than through joy
give God a chance!
there’s a universe beyond your ken
little man!
do not kick or pout
put your hand out
close your eyes
you’re in for a surprise
fortunes turn, return
big deal!
that puff of wind you feel
has something quiet to reveal
goodness falls like gravity
across the globe
its become a kind of law;
the starlings in the maples squawk–
that’s their job, not yours, Job.