The world is strange
The world is strange; not all can be grasped, Our models fail, our plans collapse too fast. Yet turn thy mind to the cowherd, pure and divine, Care for the kine, and all that’s needed shall align. Though reason falters, and the mind rebels, In simple love, the deepest wisdom dwells. Attend the herds with patience, heart, and grace, And heaven’s truths shall open, face to face.