Student Poetry This Project WR245 More Home		Job's Wife Speaks Linda Appel This morning, still, he sits in ashes. He stinks, and scratches, mourns, but will not say a word that blames his precious God. He scarcely blinks at all our loss -- our men put to the sword, our sons and daughters killed by that mighty wind. He just repeats, "The Lord gives and the Lord takes away." I won't accept it. Pinned to earth I mourn but cry with anger toward unfeeling God and Job, whose patience maddens me. Get up, do something, find a pot; I still must cook and feed you, bathe and pat on salve to soothe your boils. Please help, I'm caught in grief with you. Why has this happened? Why to us? No hope. Blaspheme your God; let us die. Linda Knowlton Appel was born in 1939. Raised in Alabama and Massachusetts, she has lived all around the United States. After many years as a science and business librarian, she has retired to concentrate on writing poetry. She has two children, two grandchildren and lives with her husband on the Willamette River in Oregon. You can read more of Linda's classroom poems by following the graphic link below.
	>	Insomnia by Linda Appel can be read here. Next 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Copyright © 2005 Linda Appel All rights reserved. Spring Term 2005. Clackamas Community College, Oregon City, Oregon Web design by Doran Web Works.