Omniscient Gods

We simply mature as we get older We don't become a sage or get wiser And you don't become someone else's master Or teacher, you are just changed - I agree Life's lots of lessons - I don't disagree. Our soul resides with another trustee Our bodies exist in the here and now For all our learning, however, endow, Life's little more than the blade of a snowplough, Sometimes rides-a-long, glistening smoothly At other times runs aground uncouthly It's not until all the melt waters profusely- Run back to their source and mix and mingle Is clarity seen; look God isn't bilingual Simply put, it's us who are multilingual. Who can't fathom the cries of an infant? How can we guide anyone to fulfilment? Behaving as though—we are omniscient.