Though her branch is bare
She reaches and finds Him there
His light touches
Twinkles as if a star
She feels His warmth
Sink to the end of every root
His angels of protection
Serenade each morning
Feast and new life coming
His children who walk below
Mostly pass her by
But some look up, bidding her and Him hello
When one season ends, another begins
No break in between; He builds rest in
Tis’ quiet now, except for birdsong
Here she collects strength
Accepts His grace
For the coming of Spring
Her bloom, the bees, the rain
The buzz of activity
Leading to eternity
The end of a matter is better than its beginning,
and patience is better than pride.
Do not be quickly provoked in your spirit,
for anger resides in the lap of fools.
Do not say, “Why were the old days better than these?”
For it is wise to ask such questions.
Wisdom, like an inheritance, is a good thing
and benefits those who see the sun.
Wisdom is a shelter
as money is a shelter,
but the advantage of knowledge is this:
Wisdom preserves those who have it (Ecclesiastes 7:8-12).
What are your thoughts on wisdom? How does one obtain it? Keep it?
Feel free to comment here or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org
The photo is mine. Took it today on my short walk.
You are invited to follow me on social media:
Have a rest-full evening.