What's Going On? Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

God comes howling. Children, what's going on?
I haven't rested since I hung the golden sun.

God comes howling; children, what's going on?
I haven't had peace since the star's candelabrum.

God comes howling; children, what's going on?
I haven't slept since I hung the silver moon.

God comes howling. Shouting, children, what's going on?
I haven't closed my eyes since the flowers festooned.

…The children called back. Father, Father
We're weary too; we'll all sleep and rest soon.