The True Knowledge
it is inevitable that life should be harvested like a crop that is ripe, and that man should die wile another lives.
knowest all; I seek in vain
What lands to till or sow
with seed -
The land is black with briar
Nor cares for falling tears
Thou knowest all; I sit and wait
With blinded eyes and hands that fail,
Till the last lifting of the veil
And the first opening of the gate.
Thou knowest all; I cannot see.
I trust I shall not live in vain,
I know that we shall meet again
In some divine eternity.