God's Old Loon

Her whispers reeked in despair,
I know not what to say,
"Oh, none of this is fair,
This live is crusty with decay,

My children are slaves,
And my husband, rotting,
I am none too brave,
Nor is my god forgiving,"

Tears give way to sorrow,
As she whispers a vain prayer,
Seeking for a good tomorrow,
So many burdens, this poor woman bares,

"What is life without it’s sting,
What is happiness without its loss,
How can sin be worth forgiving,
Or heaven without the cost,"

Mockingly she bellows in defiance,
Twisting her wrinkled eyebrows,
And pursing her lips in chance,
"Youth will never see what is foul,

Or what is lost without a doubt,
The rainbow still clings to the sky,
Their eyes will roll about,
Nothing will make their faith shy,

Death will knock on my door soon,
And I, like an old fool, will let him in,
For this old lady is a loon,
I have lost all and am waiting to join my kin."