Of Widows and Ravens

“he did not fail to confess
but confessed freely”

It takes God to tire even a prophet
To tempting sleeps of suicide in the shade
Of a desert’s tree
And here God answers in a dark way
Giving the prophet’s doubts only rest when ravens
Carry bread and meat on their black wings
And when this fails
God makes it hard on a widow to
Feed God’s broken man in place of her child
And only raging frustrating pleas turns the ear of God
To breathe life again
- so if that is the only blessing
to live in the shadows of ravens’ wings
and the ravenous hunger of a famine
bringing death to children, when serving Him
- then life is something taken for granted
even if God is a liar
because his broken men still fear death
and the soul of a nation is still bent crooked
from a blind king that only sees mirrors
as of the kings to everyone’s own soul today