To Wisdom

Attempting some blank-verse about my search for wisdom and truth in the world.

O shining glory – morning light,

I call to thee, with no response.

O fragrant rose – eternal bloom,

Your sweet scent escapes my nose.

I beg of you – I plead this day;

Let me know your shining truth,

Bathe me in your summer warmth.

Alas, alas, no mortal may,

In life, be so mightily blessed.

Alas, alas, we are cursed

To search aimlessly for truth.

-Michael Sweeney (the Cave Tro11)


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