No Answer
Before him in shame shall come
all who vent their anger against him.
--Isaiah 45:24b
Oh, I have railed in anger at the sky, vented my rage, O Lord, and cursed your name, yet I shall come to look you in the eye, shall see you just as clearly as my shame. Yes, I will have the same as righteous Job: with my own eyes shall see you on the earth and stand so close that I could touch your robe, although I have defied you since my birth. Then I will cry out weeping, “Where were you?” and you will ask, “Who shut in doors the sea?” and there will be no answer—no, it’s true— but that you stand upon the earth with me. As close as you’ll be then, Lord, be here now to show that mercy greater than my death. Show me the livid marks on hand and brow, my Lord and God, as close as touch and breath.



Wow Kate!! Is it entirely serendipitous that you’ve written this as well as your Psyche poem? “No answer” is the key complaint in “Till We Have Faces”. Either way—this is simply beautiful.
Beautiful!