Wisdom and Love


If wisdom exceeds the limits of a loving vision 
What kind of compassion would move and hold
The mast and sails of a wayfaring spirit?

Such a task for a tall timber seems simple
Dear Lord, but the wayfaring spirit
Thinks he moves on by his own accord
And that everything is simply choice.
Dear Lord, refrain thy untimely anger
It is not flesh that is weakest
But its mastery and he knows not
What it is he could, should nor must do.

Upon the earth us from the garden sent
Then love was redeemed for our fulfilment
The winds will blow and thus in a tent
Wisdom bestows gentle kindness free of rent.
 
 

Bevagna 8 8 2010