wisdom
by Elizabeth de Barros
Wisdom came for me early.
I was young when Folly left her mark, when marauders tore through without regret. Living in the middle of an emotional war zone didn’t allow for much say at the time.
But Wisdom gasped on my behalf. Like a great-aunt clothed in the dread of God, she cleared her throat, drove back the dark with a single command and summoned the prince of the power of the air to a disciplinary hearing where she stated her case:
“This one I have preserved. She’s mine.”
Aware of the varied and disproportionate mess that lay at my feet, Wisdom met me in my despondency with delicate assurance. To the level of my undoing she bowed lower still, and lifted my burden while making for my head a place of rest. Her love was equal to her efficiency.
What came first, the sense of undulating comfort or the slow fade of all the imprinted fears lining the walls of my mind, I can’t recall. All I knew was that a strange new business had begun. Time had been erased; the floor of the whole earth swept clean. Someone else was in control. No longer captive to my fears, I was learning the meaning of things I had not known and embracing realities I previously could not fathom. How does one interpret Heaven at age twelve? Or at any age?
I didn’t call for her, but Wisdom came anyway. She knew my name before I could say, then took my hand and escorted me to the bloody man hanging on a cross. These wasting arms and burning tears found company in her care. I didn’t have to work so hard anymore. She pointed the way and introduced me to my Father.
So many years ago, while it was yet dark, Wisdom whispered in my ear. The first to announce: “Day has come.”
Her ways haunt me still.
I want the book!
I find myself holding my breath when I read your writing.
Like Christmas morning when you’re little. There can be fifty shades of chaos in your little girl world, but all you knew, this
day, was Santa came.
So with Wisdom. Light dispels darkness. It’s Law.
I love Her with you.
Wisdom…like a warm cloak on a windy day…
Wisdom…like a large brimmed straw hat on a sunny day…
Wisdom…like a silk scarf that adorns your neck…
Wisdom…beautiful and functional…wrapped up in Him…
You have painted her portrait with such vivid strokes, some dark and revealing, this lovely image of Grace. She has been your mentor and guide through such treacherous ways. I am deeply moved at your articulate style of relating the unseen by the seen. I am thankful we can all glean so much from a spiritual impartation, perhaps not recognized during your suffering. God bless you, ..and your Lady!
Beautiful, my friend. I wish I had more words to offer, but this is one of those occasions a “holy hush” has descended on me as I read of your encounter with Wisdom.
“So many years ago, while it was yet dark, Wisdom whispered in my ear. The first to announce: “Day has come.”” ♥