Monday, the Fourth Week of Lent
Like the sword of Solomon
wisdom courts death
like the final move
in a cosmic game of chance
it hangs
tantalizing our consciousness.
We wait inside our stomachs
children to the future
smitten in two
by the judgment of wisdom
we are life’s alternative
to being born out of time
and smothered in the restless sleep of death.
Wisdom is God’s trump
in the hand of life
the one-eyed knave
who sees the single solitary hope
against the fairness
and equality of death.
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