No Hidden Knowledge
There's no hidden knowledge; It's all quite plain. Behold the Truth In everything! Every door open, Every debt paid, Every captive free, Every way made, Any serpent crushed, Whenever wine is poured, Wherever bread is broken, Even one lame restored. But we prefer a world More sophisticated A garden more private Than that the Highest and Best Reveals Himself In mundane ways To mundane things, Yet a child is born A son is given Lord of Earth, indeed! The Same! Who formed the clay And breathed into it Fills it still As the water fills the sea A curtain torn The Spirit loose Creation restored And humble dirt Is wholly saturated Could be wholly satiated With the knowledge Of her God. By Veronica Boulden