It’s been a busy few days. This week’s post, from the Archives:

“Look, I go forward, but He is not there, And backward, but I cannot perceive Him; When he works on the left hand, I cannot behold Him; When He turns to the right hand, I cannot see Him. But He knows the way that I take; When He has tested me, I shall come forth as gold…”  (Job 23:8-10)

 Beneath the Cloak

by Terrie van Baarsel 

The weight and woe
The desperate lack of vision
God’s Mercy
Unseen
His love
Hidden within the folds
Of a burial cloth

Pressed down
Crushed
A man’s soul bleeds
He hears God’s voice
As silence
Only echoed
Even as
Darkness
Divinely appointed
Obscures
His Maker’s face
But, the man
Unseeing
Is seen

Clarity of Grace
A brilliant
Resplendent
Conflagration
Of glorious hope
Births faith
“My Father knows the way I take.”
Then
A sublime expectancy
A burning away
A throwing off
A revelation

Beneath the cloak
Pure
Gold