Margaret Alice Second

(24 January 1961 / South Africa)

Wisdom Be Praised [REVISED]


The universe is a flower blooming, unfolding like growing
plants, unstoppable – and thank you for listening, giving
me a chance to think aloud, dreaming about things with
which have an endearing air of wonderment and mystery…

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The whole gamut of my usual reading is gone – nothing
stops the Black Hole in my mind slurping up everything:
turning to Proverbs, a source that always helps, praising
Wisdom – to renew my search for Deep Insight

After trying it, the ideal of physical beauty seems worse
than chasing understanding because beautiful is never
beautiful enough, always falling short of the ideal; I much
prefer my mind’s Black Hole taking me on a Merry-Go-

Round of quests for the current Holy Grail or Golden Fleece
of whatever subject is most relevant to my present state of
mind – whereas some read a scholarly treatise on a subject
and the case is closed; I have to return to everything and

Dig for new insights gained by biologists, scientists and
astronomers’ ever-increasing discoveries. My boredom
threshold requires the whole gamut making me turn in
circles spiralling ever further - forever gaining

Knowledge; just like planet earth moves spiralling in
circles around the sun – which is spiralling the centre of
the Milky Way – which is moving inexorably towards
a mysterious Great Attractor…

The universe is a flower blooming, unfolding like growing
plants, unstoppable – and thank you for listening, giving
me a chance to think aloud, dreaming about things with
which have an endearing air of wonderment and mystery

Submitted: Wednesday, August 07, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

The proverbs of Solomon son of David, king of Israel:

2 for gaining wisdom and instruction;
for understanding words of insight;
3 for receiving instruction in prudent behavior,
doing what is right and just and fair;
4 for giving prudence to those who are simple, [a]
knowledge and discretion to the young—
5 let the wise listen and add to their learning,
and let the discerning get guidance—
6 for understanding proverbs and parables,
the sayings and riddles of the wise.[b]

BENEFITS OF WISDOM

2 … if you accept my words
and store up my commands within you,
2 turning your ear to WISDOM
and applying your heart to UNDERSTANDING—
3 indeed, if you call out for INSIGHT
and cry aloud for UNDERSTANDING,
4 and if you look for it as for silver
and search for it as for HIDDEN TREASURE…
……
9 Then you will understand what is RIGHT and JUST
and FAIR—every good path.
10 For WISDOM will enter your heart,
and KNOWLEDGE will be PLEASANT to your soul.
11 DISCRETION will PROTECT you,
and UNDERSTANDING will GUARD you.

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