I take all that’s given to me for the blessing that it is
No matter the inferences, deductions or appearances
No matter what
No matter
’tis

I go where it goes and do what it bids
As blessing, of course, It’s best when I don’t understand and when I don’t explain

Of course, I do share this temporal space (for the briefest of times) with that other fellow
Who does just that:  attempts untiringly to achieve an understanding of what is
Who openly shares understanding gleaned with sincerely attempted explanation

He bears the lashes of misunderstanding piously upon his back
Yet often gives out as well as he receives in impious manner
But pay that fellow no mind
He has no sway