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Elizabeth Browning



Saturday, March 3, 2012

Wisdom

Black the night
Turning gently gray
Soft shapes, slowly sharpening
As gray retreats before
An onslaught of rosy rays
Dancing through the trees and touching
Leaves and trunks with the stuff of magic

soon God’s grandeur blazes forth
and the world comes into focus
clear

wisdom
sometimes comes like that
slowly oozing out of blurry uncertainty
coming sharp and bright

and sometimes
the fog wins

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Ps 51:6
Surely you desire truth in the inner parts; you teach me wisdom in the inmost place.

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