The Mole

Early in the morning as I looked out over the garlic beds, home to a single mole, Yahweh spoke to me:
"Baruch, what do you see?"
"Lord, I see devastation. Tall vigorous garlic plants are down. Their colored tags lie there in the mud like flags marking the graves of the fallen. All that is left, a memory, of what had stood in the row. They have vanished, swallowed by the earth. Several others are toppling over on their sides. There are heaves and craters among the plants. The orderly rows are broken and confused... The remaining plants seem to be shaking and quivering...is it the ground shaking or the morning breeze?"
"Baruch, I bring down nations with a mole."
"Lord, I have labored long and hard over this garden, your garden and your garlic."
"Yes, so it is. And this is my hand, that you might see."