how unsafe to be alive. she thought.
how wise to pretend elsewise. she thought.
as the tree branch scrapped its boney finger across the window-pain-
tapping at a whisper of 'let me in',
and again.
To the hedge!
she inspects the marrs of the wolves—there
and upon her neighbors- hears
the hollowed out hunger-
back inside her home

she feeds dried, dead limbs into the fireplace
and opens the Bible to Job.

some believe God doesn't answer…

she contemplates instead…
the mystery of the tested man

how a book of sorrow can become a book of hope.