Knowledge

I'm not the man I was.
I track things down,
make certain
of what I'm saying;

accept when wrong
in matters of unquestioned belief,
but can be strong
in refusing to accept
what is wrong.

I have lost my need to argue.
Any sinner's twin,
I'm as godlike as I'll ever be.
I've eaten fully of that tree,
but remain a gardener.

I have a plot,
find grace in toiling soil
that will receive my body
as enriching waste.