"My back is stooped from scholarship,
My eyes are dimmed by history's words.
Surrounded though I may be by learning,
I still cannot compare with nature's perfection."
Only a fool would even try to compare his or her own endeavors with those of nature. It's true we are all the work of His hands, but our own works can only ever be an homage to Him. May I never miss a chance, or a choice, to pause and recognize how small, but how integral, I truly am: As a part of nature, not a master of it; with a responsibility for and to it, not a power over it.
My eyes are dimmed by history's words.
Surrounded though I may be by learning,
I still cannot compare with nature's perfection."
Only a fool would even try to compare his or her own endeavors with those of nature. It's true we are all the work of His hands, but our own works can only ever be an homage to Him. May I never miss a chance, or a choice, to pause and recognize how small, but how integral, I truly am: As a part of nature, not a master of it; with a responsibility for and to it, not a power over it.
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