Lo, have I beheld the page of the Holy Word
Like unto confusion before me.
I have heard the tongues of men prate wisely, intricately
Of His simplicity,
The day became a babble and I, wroth with an agony
Of unrest, born of the chaos.
At a certain morning I arose, hearing a faint song,
A fitful melody;
And I sought, and behold! I found the Holy Word
Spread upon the fields,
And that each day unfolded a new lesson before me.