God is an old lady with no Time

God is an old lady with no Time
God is an old lady with wrinkled skin
And white hair and a blue dress

Loved is a child who stares into her face
God is an elderly woman lamenting
The day she grew old

God is an eternal smile
On the face of the tree
She stands under
Wiping her face with a rag\

The hot sun beats down
And the dress even is too hot

She thinks of her children
And herself as one
Momentous continuum
She worries about her children
Between gasps of water
From an old jug
That is chipped on the top

She walks slowly into her house
(A shack shrouded by trees)
And waits by the phone while
She cooks a dinner of potatoes and peas
And carrots and good things
From the garden

She wonders as she cooks
Why her sons don’t call
And her daughters
Are so distant….