More greedy than the boatman, she craves payment at each oar’s dipping.  Arrogance, her unwed Brother, gloats his pleasure at her absence.  She holds the key to prayer closet and waits in silence at the feet of God.  Never forcing, never asking resting in wait.  O the life where she lays barren, unfed by haughty spirit, whiskey-ed pretense and pomposity.  Resolved to isolation, she needs no accompaniment but is filled with joy when asked politely.  Frequently seen sitting quietly alongside her sister, Wisdom, discussing the depth of God’s understanding.  She does not call to man but answers to the Master’s bidding and typically costs the kitty, the satchel or skinned knee for the summoning.

I pay her daily, lacking remembrance of last advice, being blinded by ambition, self sanction or folly.  Each time recalling something familiar, friendly, an ease of blameless acceptance.  Why must I dine alone, when she would gladly my nightly partner be?  Am I condemned to repetitive fatuity, unmoved by weather, experience or circumstance?  She is so demanding of obeisance, shunning discourtesy and I admire it so.  Yet each time we meet it is as if at first where she must remind me in perpetuity of the same offenses to reason, rhyme and King.

She stands wealthy though she would rather be starving contented.  Her dress soaked with the tears of broken spirit, childless Father or disciplined Daughter.  Her lessens never unwisely suffered, her suitors withdrawing in consolation, briefly closer to enlightenment.  How I crave tandem travel where we could share berth, and I full access to God’s pleasure.  Time’s twice over I am reminded of His Glory in that He provided her in my necessity.  She waits there for me, even now at the Throne Room of Glory, beckoning gently pay homage to the King.  Praise You Lord in All Your Limitless Majesty, Power, Love and Truth.  In Jesus’ Name.