Sol’ asked for wisdom,
a wise move that turned out
well for him.
True wisdom comes from
beyond our first thoughts.
Some use prayer, some meditation,
some plant seeds, watch them
fight to fruition.
The song is sung, the praise made,
the bed is prepared, and we
reap the sown—
planting full of unknowns, our
efforts and work sometimes
At others, we get the lesson of
the storm, the locusts come,
the blight of uncertainty leading
to the glory of overcome obstacles
songs sung, the battle won, we step
up to ask, then receive the gift
of another day,
a chance to rise above the fray,
take a back seat to all that’s grey,
glorifying the altar that is on the hill,
waterfalls heard by standing still.
Wise like the serpent, soft like the
dove, we ask for Sol’s blessing,
imperfect and sweet, like us,
somewhere between rainbow and
geese, songs sung
so we can look back, say
We did it, Longfellow’s hero in
the strife, heroes by trying hard,
and living life.