There is an old and ancient line
From whence it comes seems all divine
Where it is going from whence it flows
Many wonder, but no one knows
Like peeping in a hidden room
Filled with wonders and flower's bloom
Awe, from grandeur fills the view
Wonderment belies what's true
That all of this stuff of earth will fade
But wisdom fills more than the spade
Which coffers death with what it's made

There is an old and ancient line
It's presence shows us the divine
Wisdom's coming, from whence it flows
Only wise sagaciousness knows
All smell the wind blown smoky flume
But fire's heat fills but one room
To some seems slow this tacit view
Of divining what is best and true
Yet ages upon ages shown
That wisdom is not all alone
But carried aloft, her sacred throne

06/08/2007

Author's Note: thoughts on wisdom

Posted on 08/04/2007
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