Saturday, April 30, 2011

She is wise


In new-fallen darkness, who first gains her sight?
She is wise.  She is wise.  She is wiser than I.
Who stands on the high ground, try though I might?
She is wiser, much wiser than I.

Wounded by insult, whom do I seek?
She is wise.  She is wise.  She is wiser than I.
When wavered by doubt, won't let me be weak?
She is wiser, much wiser than I.

2 comments:

jeanne said...

So beautiful.....

Terry Harris said...

Wonderful & loving. She is lucky.