Why do the nations rage?
and the people meditate emptiness?
Do not those who plan evil go astray?
How would a young man cleanse his path?
Who does find a capable wife?
Who has gone up to heaven and come down?
Whose hands have gathered up the wind?
Who has wrapped up the waters in a cloak?
Who has established all the ends of the earth?
What is his name, and what is his son’s name?
Who would rise up for me, against evil doers?
Who would rise up for me, against workers of wickedness?
He who planted the ear, does he not hear?
He who formed the eye, does he not see?
Who does dwell in your tent?
Who does dwell in your set-apart mountain?
One who has innocent hands and a clean heart
and did not bring their life to naught.
I love the prompt for today’s NaPoWriMo, where we are challenged to write a poem consisting entirely of questions, except for the last line. As a mother of 5, I am bombarded with questions every day, and my first thought was to somehow harness that into something fun and creative. I might still do that at some point, but my mind is on weightier matters today. Coincidentally, today happens to be the Feast of Passover, so I decided to look to Scripture for questions for my poem. I gleaned these questions from several psalms and a couple of proverbs.