Devotion

Hail Goddess, radiant in the night,
It is I, your servant, come to hear your commands,
As it is decreed that on this night,
When you are dressed in blue,
You shall speak unto your servants
And unfold your mind to us.
I am listening, Goddess.
So now I wait,
Wait for you to answer me.
Ah!  You have drawn back your veil of clouds!
Oh, beauteous lady!
Will you speak? Will you send visions?
But, alas, you are silent, fair cruelty.
I have ceased to understand you!
You, who so strictly demand an audience on these days,
Just so you can turn your head disdainfully away.
'Tis not kind, nor right to treat us like dirt,
When we strive so hard to undertake all you have sent us to do.
Are you really any better than a barroom hussy,
Dealing out snippets of pleasure only to slap us in the face twenty times in between?
Do you not remember my devotion?
Have I not crossed vast deserts, alone and almost to my death,
Just to find water from an oasis to pour onto a silver basin
For you to dip your light into?
Did my family not give up on me time and time again
As I followed your commands?
My wife seeking the solace of other men!
My children disowning me as a mad priest!
My grandchildren barred to me -
Oh, my chest, I cannot breathe!
I need to sit down, ooof.
Ah, ah, ah, I have not shouted and leapt around like that for a long time.
But you, you know, I have done your bidding,
Bad as it turned out for us to live with.
We went to war with the next island because you said you wanted it.
Couldn't you just have pulled the ocean over it and drowned the residents yourself?
Why kill half of our men just so we could spend the rest of our lives
Looking over our shoulders to see if they are coming to attack us again?
I don't understand you, no, I really don't.
You took my only son, then, did you know that?
My beautiful boy, my beautiful, beautiful boy.
Well, I hope you are taking good care of him,
Or else, when I get up there, I will make you pay!
Oh, Goddess, why? WHY!
See!  You have made me cry now.
Do you know how many people have made me cry?  
None!
But, now, oh, now, I cry tears of sadness, weariness and pain.
I am 86 years old, Goddess,
And still you expect me to climb this bloody mountain
Every time you are red or blue.
Do you know how many times that has been?
One hundred and twenty three times!
What have I been given for the last twelve, now thirteen, times I have come for you?
Silence, and now tears.  
Tears that have brought me to my knees so that I curl up like a baby!
Well, I have had enough!
I am going to lie here and look at you until you talk to me.
Then I shall go home,
Forever.