Out of sight.
Beyond reach.
I would holler and throw a fit
if I thought it would make you hear
but who can force your listening
or command your attention?
Who can come before you
with any success?
Let me instead appeal
to the tide, let my prayer
get lost in wave after wave, let it
drown in the thunder of crests breaking
for you are inaccessible, but oh —
if only you were not also
so damned inescapable!
Go away, God. I would rather
not know you at all
than know you
and have you out of reach.
on Job 9:1-11