In the realm of despair, where shadows creep,
A poem of proverbs, sorrow runs deep,
Amidst the darkness, the lines unfold,
Echoing truths that need to be told.

Bad things befall the virtuous and just,
In Job's tale, suffering we trust,
His life unraveled, yet blameless he stood,
Faithfulness to God, misunderstood.

It's never too late to reclaim your way,
To be who you might have been, they say,
In the face of trials, hope must remain,
God's presence, our solace, in midst of pain.

Job, a beacon of faith in the storm,
Though slayed, he clung to hope, his norm,
No one can steal joy or peace divine,
When hope in God's hands we firmly entwine.

In the silence of God, His presence stays,
Though questions linger, through nights and days,
Job wrestled, seeking answers to his plight,
In the fiery furnace of suffering's might.

He wrote, "He knows the way that I take,
When tried, I'll emerge like gold, awake,
My foot held fast to His righteous steps,
His words, my treasure, my soul He keeps."

Wisdom eludes the realm of the living,
In God's mind, its essence is thriving,
He understands its ways, its sacred place,
Guiding us through life's intricate maze.

And remember, dear soul, in depths unseen,
It's never too late to be who you've been,
Hope shines eternal, an unwavering flame,
Embrace your true self, break free from shame.

So, let us grasp these proverbs so wise,
In the darkness, seek truth, let it rise,
For within the depths of our hearts, we find,
The strength to endure, the light of our mind.