The Sleep of Job
by Gary Yoder
Sleep, like a curtain concealing
An approaching whirlwind,
Bringing a short reprieve
From inexhaustible anxieties.
Brought suddenly awake,
The night remains—
thick, oppressive and close.
In returning, sleep brings no solace now;
It is as dark as night itself;
Visions terrify, cloaked in shadow,
Swiftly vanish and reappear.
Whether I sleep or am awake
I can no longer tell.
I cry out—but what shall I cry?
All flesh is grass
And I am a mown field
Gary is a composer, writer, artist, and passionate lover of beauty.
Photography by Kenneth Godoy
2 thoughts on “Gary Yoder: The Sleep of Job”
Super job on Job. Brings those long nights into focus.
I can empathize betimes….a poignant lament for Job…..and the human condition.