PILGRIMAGE TO WISDOM

PILGRIMAGE TO WISDOM

Shake from your sandals

the last clotted dust

that clings from a long desert path.

Wring from your mantle

the chilling mist

that seeped through the cloud-filled night.

Hers is the sun

in the land beyond gold,

where love is the measure of God.

Lift up your voice

to the song in her eyes

and dance to the flute of her mirth.

Wisdom so gay

is the Child in her arms,

the wealth of her poverty.

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Sister M Julian RSM 

In: Laube 1961