This sonnet was written last year. At the time I was
reading Malcolm Guite's
advent poetry book "Waiting on the Word". Here is my version of an O
Sapientia sonnet.
Our greatest folly is to close the ear
To wisdom’s voice when she reveals the way
And say that ancient paths have had their day
We choose what we think wise, what we hold dear
Yet at the city gate she makes her call
Spreads out her feast, invites us all to eat
Wisdom so rich it makes a man complete
The flush, the broke, the tramp, the king, us all
Come wisdom draw us from our broken wells
From fallen human truth where error dwells
Come wisdom pour on us a cleaner word
That cuts to bone and marrow all we’ve heard
Fill and spill in us ‘til we overflow
And your sweet way in us we thereby show
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