It falls to us, as is in stories told,
To cross the moats, to be both brave and bold
In giving aid to those who wisdom hold
And in so doing Stupid God to fight
That would in darkness swallow wisdom's light
That otherwise would be to our delight.
Its followers may number more and more
And rush forth, waters from cracked dam outpoured,
Yet floods have washed across the land before,
And, if with challenge, made enriched by silt
Floods left behind them, farms have been rebuilt
And homes set straight from waters' enforced tilt.
But prompting challenge often evokes wrath;
Wisdom-finding is no easy path.
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