Flame of Wisdom

The below is the result of a dream I had some time back, at least I'm assuming it was a dream ... the poem can be found in my poetry blog ... take it as you will ...

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Now before anyone gets all bent out of shape about this one, please remember that the Holy Trinity has been around since the dawn of creation, not invented by Christianity. This image came to me and I'm sharing it here.

Wisdom is the name of a flame which,

In the darkness of a world gone empty,

Can be seen moving about.

You will see her steady progress,

Then a flare of brilliance,

And on she goes.

Sometimes like a shooting star,

Sometimes like a firefly,

Wisdom is everywhere always at once.

She will bring her light to you

In the deep of the dark,

And then something happens,

An event big or small

Which will give you hope

And make you smile again.

Ever moving, ever still is Wisdom.

Calm coals quiet in your soul

Or blazing hot and furious is Wisdom.

In the warmth of the hearth

In the bleak cold dark

Wisdom shines, glows, burns ever bright.

Wisdom is sunshine and lightning;

She is all things white.

Justice and mercy and peace are hers.

Our hearts will be stung

With the buzz of accusation

Our tears will fall in sorrow.

Wisdom will gather us as bees to their queen

Firelight of hearth, of home,

Where we will find solace and calm rest.

She will bring to us justice;

Her wrath grows slowly

But it is inexorable.

She will teach us

The meaning of mercy

And we shall have peace.

White flame of justice;

White flame of mercy;

White flame of peace;

Eternally carrying light

Where else all would be dark –

White flame never extinguished.

Wisdom is the name of a flame . . .

Taking the view of the Holy Spirit as a Mother figure is nothing new in this world. It may be at odds with patriarchal cultures but there's nothing the least bit unnatural about perceiving our Deity in terms of what is natural in our world. 

By definition a Father cannot exist without a Mother, nor a Mother without a Father, nor either of them without a Child - a Son or a Daughter.

In the dream that triggered this poem the Mother has a name; here I represent that name with the concept of 'Wisdom' ... 

Knowledge without Wisdom is a Mind without a Soul. Knowledge and Wisdom are without form unless brought together in a physical being.