A Crack in a Dam

A crack in a dam begins to leak
And a young boy begins to mend it,
Thinking -knowing- it is for the best.
Until he discovers that from it
He can obtain precious life water.
He tells nobody. He drinks
Day to day, and as he grows
He is too engrossed in that sweet stream

To realize the growing crevices
Or the passing of time, until
One day, it collapses- 
Suddenly, loudly, with tears
That lead to a flood of water. 
He realizes, in the shock and confusion,
That his heart may have skipped
A beat or two, or three.
And in the water, above his waist
Rising slowly, he can barely
Recognize his own face.
I have made mistakes.

The most beautiful and deepest experience a man can have is the sense of the mysterious. It is the underlying principle of religion as well as of all serious endeavour in art and science. He who never had this experience seems to me, if not dead, then at least blind. To sense that behind anything that can be experienced there is a something that our minds cannot grasp, whose beauty and sublimity reaches us only indirectly: this is religiousness. In this sense I am religious. To me it suffices to wonder at these secrets and to attempt humbly to grasp with my mind a mere image of the lofty structure of all there is.
Albert Einstein