Wisdom is not a thing. Wisdom is a person with whom we have a relationship. If we call her, she will come.
In the stillness of night Wisdom came and stood by my bed. She gazed upon me like a tender mother and wiped away my tears, and said : "I have heard the cry of your spirit and I am come to comfort it. Open your heart to me and I shall fill it with light. Ask of me and I shall show you the way of truth."
Monday, December 11, 2006
This is an excerpt from a longer poem you can find here: