Wisdom Cries, Who Listens?

“Wisdom calls aloud in the street, she raises her voice in the public squares; at the head of the noisy streets she cries out, in the gateways of the city she makes her speech:”

Truth the beacon to point us to the home beyond the pavement our feet step on and invisible to the seeing eye.

We ground our steps on the land planted not to be moved. We proclaim ignorantly so, we are earth and we have created our own heavenly image.

Are we liars to ourselves? Does the pot say to the potter, “What! why have you made me thus”! “Why do I have these afflictions? these defects in me?” “Why!” cries in our hearts but no ears fall to our hearts to listen to the Wisdom. Secretly we blame, secretly we bury the truth, secretly we are bitter toward one another and find it safe in our secrets to hide in our shame. WISDOM CRIES OUT!

Allison Ashton©


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