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Sunday, April 12

O Wisdom

O Wisdom where hast thou gone?
The mountains swell with rivers of arrogance.
They flow pleasures of iniquity into their streams:
Setting snares of melancholy that connects the seas.

These mountains, O Wisdom, no longer seek your ways.
Her rivers overflow into the arms of self-entitlement
As they bring forth their spoils of immorality:
Filling the seas with pleasures of worldly lust!

O Wisdom, these mountains are drunk upon a new wine.
A wine that flows into the arms of a crescent moon
That brings forth a light to raise her cedars of war
Against the rivers of self-indulgence.

Without you, O Wisdom, these rivers seek what they cannot see
As this moon shines her fury upon these waters of ignorance!
Her light shines upon these rivers with shades of red,
As her cedars paint desolation upon them!

You, O Wisdom, we patiently await your return:
Every mountain will tremble before your name:
Rivers will vanish and light will no longer shine
As your winds will storm from the heavens above!

O Wisdom, Your glory will reign upon a new sea
That will form in a land where morality resides!
You, O Wisdom, will drain these red stained waters
Into the wells of refinement!

Selah!

O Wisdom by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse