By Marlanda Dekine• Job 1:21
She told me about being wee little
waking early smashing watermelons
busting them into dirt
This poem by Marlanda Dekine (Sapient Soul) invites the reader to explore the mysteries that lie beyond the initial perception of familiarity in response to Job 1:21.
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21 And said, Naked came I out of my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return thither: the LORD gave, and the LORD hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD .
I am working to transmute feelings of loss. Of expectation & disappointment. Of feeling trapped in a liminal and transitional space, navigating desires and fears. I believe many people experience these feelings. I am certainly not the only person in my personal ancestry to experience them. There is both mysticism and groundedness in the experience of losing memory, time, loved ones, perceptions, beliefs, etc.
I considered “Naked came I”, “gave”, “taken”, and “blessed” within the context of the scripture and several words began to form free associations in my mind: cycles, birth, death, creation, destruction, coming, going, living, seeing, dying, uncontrollable, flow, stand. We can set deliberate intention amidst chaos at all times, I believe. This poem wanted to play within that realm and see what emerged.
Marlanda Dekine-Sapient Soul (she/her/they) is a poet and social worker from Plantersville, South Carolina. She is pursuing her MFA in Poetry with New York University's Low-Residency program in Paris.
Learn more about their work at sapientsoul.com.