Reading "Year of the Flood"

THE GARDEN
Who is it tends the Garden,
The Garden oh so green? 

’Twas once the finest Garden
That ever has been seen. 

And in it God’s dear Creatures
Did swim and fly and play; 

But then came greedy Spoilers,
And killed them all away. 

And all the Trees that flourished
And gave us wholesome fruit 

By waves of sand are buried,
Both leaf and branch and root. 

And all the shiningWater
Is turned to slime and mire, 

And all the feathered Birds so bright
Have ceased their joyful choir. 

Oh Garden, oh my Garden,
I’ll mourn forevermore 

Until the Gardeners arise,
And you to Life restore. 

The above is from The Year of the Flood by Margaret Atwood.  Rereading this great novel - a third time.  It is a great story about a scary world.  The real problem is that the world of YOTF mirrors so much of our current mess.