WISDOM

I searched to make true wisdom mine, to find its golden lair,

The halls of learning knowledge gave, but how had wisdom fared?

Impressive scholars with their books transmitted knowledge plain,

English history, special skills, but how could living change?

What application could be made for daily growth of soul,

Where all could live in harmony, with peace the real goal.

Then on the exit path a rose bowed low beneath the breeze,

To wave and whisper secret sounds that echoed through the trees.

Its mystery dropped a yearning seed within my heart that grew

And searched the inner corners for some light each day anew.

Its color deep, the subtle scent, was this its essence rare?

The mystic union joining all, that spirit all life shares?

The bud, a dainty unknown scroll, bedecked with diamond dues,

Revealing life's fragility, and beauty daily new.

That springs from some creative spark beyond its own resource,

The sun, the soil, the astral mists, all harking to its source.

Unspoken wisdom from the earth, translated by a flower,

Its gentle, silent symphony, Creator had empowered.

To show mankind he too may touch the earth, the sky above,

In meditative moments join, creations song of love.

In wisdom, find no fault at all or cherish some ill will,

And kill love's flower, and spoil the bower that kindness framed with skill.

True wisdom speaks with daily powers of mind,

To build the urge that will apply what wisdom's search can find.

In quiet moments wisdom speaks, each problem has a cure,

The answer lies within its plot, and search can make it yours.

Each gracious kindly word a way to find vibrations true,

And sets the tune and tone of life, in all we say and do.