Foolish Children Poem by Hannington Mumo

I hate to see my children indulge in folly.
If you are afflicted just turn to me
For I made all things and know them well,
From the biggest whale to the littlest bee.

Why cry to a mortal man like you
To whom the world has sent a dose of woe?
Instead cry to the heart that yours made
For all your worries and cares I well know.

Why should you consult the sleeping dead
Who cannot twitch the smallest of their bones
While I, the beginning and the end, listen to you
As you pray with pounding hearts and anguished tones?

And must you love him who seeks to destroy
The very valuable things you to him entrust?
You may mock my unfathomable love for you
But you have my grace from birth to dust.