Seeking Wisdom

Seeking Wisdom

Psalm 90:12-17
© Hilary F. Marckx, all rights reserved

A wise heart.
A knowing beyond our knowledge.
Sometimes we open our mouths
and it’s just trouble.
Sometimes we open our mouths
and grace and healing start.
Sometimes we wish we had the right words
to offer,
to speak,
to heal,
to give courage.
We pray for wisdom.
If we are very intentional
we may receive it.
If we ask for wisdom
we surely must respect
the gift when it comes
by recognizing that it is
to us it has come.
So many of us disrespect wisdom
by think what we receive is not,
cannot be what it is,
and reject the gift
by denying our own worthiness.
Wisdom is a tricky concept
for those accustomed
to getting by
with as little personal reflection as possible.
Wisdom does not fly
in a cell phone culture
of freeways, fast lanes,
faster food, instant access.
Wisdom does flourish
on side roads, walking trails,
journeys with no destination,
lives reflecting on life,
moments when we are stymied and stalled,
in that liminal time of just waking,
in a long grocery line,
and those places where
time itself seems to stop
and we just can’t seem
to move in any direction but back.
We let go.
We stop trying.
We quit the push.
We sit with the moment.
We listen between the notes.
We take off our shoes
as we realize that this ground is holy.
We begin to trust the process
of life/God/the earth’s motion,
our own experiences,
our dreams…
There is a moment for us when
some little thing changes—
deep within us,
deep in our hearts,
and in that place where our words begin,
our expectations commence.
In that place where our dreams hang dusty and dim,
there begins a knowing
rising to the place where we are conscious
and the shabbiness of our choices
takes on a golden affect
of pure wonder
and we become.
Wisdom moves into our skin and
shares with us the space
in which we have barely existed for so long.
Wisdom can be accidental,
coming on us in the midst of tragedy.
But wisdom can also be coaxed and lured
into the depth
of our beings by simple,
slow, intentional actions:
stopping to take off our shoes,
and look, listen,
feel, and notice
the person we truly are
in the midst of all the chaos
that surrounds us.


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