Waiting for the harvest
But at the beginning of the season
The creator's hand was offered
With seed and rain
And deep plowing
At this moment I was alone
And saw the end result
That no single grain could have known
No gathering would have avowed it
Yet to see it now
Was proof
The truth
And now I know
I tasted of the cup once
I caught the scent of the almighty
I saw the fool's paradise
Of fighting to be made perfect
In a place that does not allow it
We cannot see forever
Nor taste the whole
So we must trust and not pretend
That we are gods
Or that we are omniscient
“Whoever undertakes to set himself up as a judge of Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods."
Edmund Burke
