Lady Wisdom by Lynn Cross

Lady wisdom is illusive, like fog in the morning.

Trying to grasp her, she fades away and escapes, teasing, ever before me, not with me.

Come back, I cry, be my companion. She is gone like a wisp of smoke causing great mourning. Running towards the specter I stumble, I fall to the ground once again.

Wiping the dirt from my knees and taking the grass from my hair, I find a gem on the broken ground which lays shining among the pebbles and the stones.

Picking it up. I look at it closely, examing it’s many facets gleaming bright, I hold it close. Wisdom’s gift comes at great cost.
Rising once again I cry out to my illusive friend, where are you taking me?

She turns and lovingly smiles. as once again she fades telling me only to follow .