Oh, how my shoulders float above me now—
unencumbered by
the condescending words of men
and
the whispering judgements from friends—
for now I know the Mediator
to whom Job requested
come,
now I bow only before Him—
my Advocate,
Your Son.

*With thanks to Job 9:33

Job and His Friends, artist: Gustave Dore (1832-1883)