The way things are is large, too wonderful to understand.
Love teaches by story, portrays our needs.
But what is it that makes us human?

Story tells of a garden, suggests a plan.
We learn which are flowers, are warned of weeds.
The way things are is large, too wonderful to understand

We hear more stories, the collection is grand,
tales of flood and drought, of gift and greed.
But what is it that makes us human?

With myriad creatures, we share the land.
In hopes and hungers we seek what we need.
The way things are is large, too wonderful to understand.

The garden is a mix of loam, weeds and sand.
From above come sun, rain and seeds.
But what is it that makes us human?

One story says a time will come for outstretched hands,
a part of the path where we follow another’s lead.
The way things are is large, too wonderful to understand.
But what is it that makes us human?