By Corinna Swetz
The Seat of Wisdom whispers,
with words to tend a rose.
The flowers in Her garden,
enjoy a sweet repose.
Her counsel is a river,
where fish, abundant, thrive.
to refresh the land in darkness,
their souls she will revive.
Wisdom bears Her children
and holds them in her arms.
Despite the turbulent straits of time,
She’ll spare their souls from harm.
The ears of whom are open
and eyes of whom don’t hide,
but stay awake to listen
have prudence by their side.Wisdom plants Her flowers
where best they catch the Sun.
The light of truth will follow them
Even when the day is done.
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