Darker Shade of Empathy

Shriveling corn in late fall fields
Haunts with bleak precedent
My hope; and even tiny blight
On the premise of a grain
Assumes a goal’s defect.

Is this sorrow made from seeing?
Made from faith, imposing on recurrence
The promise of my scheme:
And are not sight and faith in promise
Grown within this common ground?

If viruses and I are one,
What makes our contradiction?
Does blemish travel in the seed?;
And should I pray to science’s revisions
Believing God is not immaculate?

Late fall wanes, and hesitation
Seeps through the bending stalks
And into my inclusion;
And all my host of chemicals
Rage interpretation!