If you're a learned man

Explain the wind,
Explain the plan,
By which we span,
The days, the weeks, the years of man.

Explain the seasons - if you will
In which the plants and birds and things grow still.

You know from nothing - simple man
so calm your pride

You know but what your feeble senses tell you.

As you curse
The tiny portholes
through which you view His universe.

Ben V. Rodriguez