The Blessed Hawk

Why should God,

Bless the hawk,

And curse the mouse,

(Not all is well in my father's house)

And why should God,

Bless the mouse,

And curse the hawk,

(And should we indulge in this idle talk)

And should not God,

At times let well alone,

Let cogs turn,

Let moss grow on standing stone,

And declare,

Throughout the universe,

Let it be, what will be,

For good, mediocre and sometimes worse,

For we are but lines and words,

That make up his verse,

His masterpiece,

From incubator to hearse,

We are his,

To bless or curse