hokmah

good teacher,

forgive me.
 
i thought wisdom was easy, fast
denying its cost
silently suggesting
i need not its cross
 
insisting my ease
to outweigh its worth
assuming i could outsmart
those who died in its search.
 
once a hostage to pride,
i now kneel in repentance
i beg for your mercy
to be an apprentice
 
and trade all for this force
more worthy than gold
to find Insight in sweat
and Revelation in toil.

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