What God Hath Given Poem by S.W. Clark

Years have wrought these fields for leaven,
the fruit of expense is what God hath given
Man has withered his brow and bow,
his weapons empowered by a desire to know.
To know to have, to have to know.
To sow to grow, to grow to sow.
These withered crops, this wanton heart,
that pestering self moved me apart.
I know not what I have become,
not me, but you,
False, untrue,
another one-
Sum of the some,
not,
Son of the Sun.
Searching for a place- they called it Heaven,
I found only a trail of tears-
a trial of fears-
a thrall of peers,
it is this 'O man,
this is what God hath given....