Omniscient Gods Poem by Mark Heathcote

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.