Wisdom Poem by Steven Federle

She (Wisdom) is in all things like the air receiving the sunlight. In her they prosper. In her they glorify God. In her they rejoice to reflect Him. In her they are united with him. Thomas Merton
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striated layers of time
rise sharply to the sky,
and flatten out
against aching blue
ages of rain and wind
and pain descending
on us.

we are
the air receiving sunlight,
shattering the long night
on smooth, warm rocks

we are
the morning joy
of earth, wisdom
of eternal
birth.