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.