the verses after Sunday’s lectionary reading finishes…
Now when Job’s three friends heard all of these troubles that had come upon him, each of them set out from his home… They met together to go and console and comfort him. When they saw him from a distance, they did not recognise him, and they raised their voices and wept aloud; they tore their robes, and threw dust in the air upon their heads. They sat with him on the ground seven days and seven nights, and no one spoke a word to him, for they saw that his suffering was very great.
Where I have rushed in and lit candles of hope
to drown out the silence of despair
where I have averted my eyes from anothers’ grief
(for fear it might be a mirror to my own?)
where I have spoken only of God’s presence
and never agonised over God’s absence
and give me the courage to say, God,
that i am angry at the world and you –
that things aren’t all different
that you aren’t different
that you are not all i need you to be
and that i do not know what you can make of this.
That is all I have faith left to pray.