After I Corinthians 1:20
I went
looking for the wise man,
I went
looking for the scholar,
I went
looking of the philosopher of this age.
I found ignorance
clothed in pride,
I found
lecture hall masquerades,
I found a
fool locked away in his cage.
Turning
east, toward the sun,
I sensed
the singing of my heart
I found
myself growing brave.
At the
bottom of a hill,
Instead of
wisdom I found love,
With a
stone unrolled before a grave.
Photograph by David Sutton via Unsplash. Used with
permission.
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