After I Corinthians 3:18-4:5
We live in an age where
all claim wisdom, as if wisdom
was genetic and a birthright,
an age of foolishness counted
foolishly as wisdom, at least
according to the latest poll.
Yet it is folly, all folly, mud
drying to dust, dispersed and
blown and scattered even
by the weakest wind.
Slyness, passing itself off
as wisdom, is chased by,
and chases, the wind.
We are buffeted and blown
by the world, but we stand
firm, unmoved, knowing
that it is not ours to judge,
but only to stand, even if
struck down, stand firm
in knowing that the wisdom
of the world, its big data,
is a transient thing, dying
even as it’s born.
Photograph by David Vines via Unsplash. Used with permission.
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