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I met Wisdom at the Wailing Wall

Sitting quietly in the noon day sun

She asked I sit beside her

Recounting the reason I had come

 

All the while the sundial’s fingertip

Slowly traveled toward the dusk

Weaving Wisdom with timelessness 

As my sorrow gave way

To trust —

 

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