There were no books in the beginning.
And he stood upon the hilltop garden
From which flowed all life, all truth.
And the life giving waters flowed forth
To water the four corners of the earth.
And did not God say that it was good?
And I believe that he was right.
And so that is where I am going:
Back to the garden.
I am done with facts and formulas.
I am done with calculations.
I will drink from the stream
Which flows from God Himself.
For I am not wise enough to interpret.
I am not keen enough to see.
I am lost.
And not even your brightest minds
Or earth's brightest souls can save me.
You say that you will translate it all again,
And that this time you will get it right,
And that once you do
That we will find Him within it's pages.
And the books pile high.
But they will not reach heaven
Though you build a tower past the clouds.