An Ode to the Number 4

Four is the door
To the myriad spirits
In the material world
So say the numbers.

God is my compass
Overseeing the winds blowing
In all four directions:
North, East, West, South.

But, there is no
NEWS to speak of
Just history repeating itself
All along the watchtower.

How long fore we
Learn our verses
Be the world, as
We actually see it?