I've sometimes thought about
How Jesus said that we could rout
A mountain, given faith seed sized
But we have not that realized.

One time when walking
Through Mark, and talking
On a beach to God and deer
I came upon a realization clear

But hard to tell: a tree had died,
Shriveled fast and Peter cried,
Lord look, all in astonishment.
But nature is no great achievement
To control by him who made it:
It cannot take when he forbade it.