ECHOES FROM THE BOOK OF JOB

I must be puzzled by Job again
to learn the mouth that forms the words:
whether it forms them in the dark
(as for Job’s compassionate friends)
or forms them valiantly for Light.

I must listen close, once more,
to learn the heart that offers words:
whether its secrets are offering Truth
(this from men of this present world)
or are glittering masks, hiding blight.

Please help me, Lord, to discern;
help me, Lord, as I learn.