Sophia’s stroll

 ‘Sophia’s stroll’ Trgates,12/8/2024

Solomon asked for wisdom,
had no idea life’s cost for such,
David’s crown
Bathsheba’s glory,
here’s his unique starting point. 
his hoary head came in time,
irony of out of time. 
Love is lived,
Sophia waltzing with this
Her furrows run deep,
glad for the infant 
claimed by two mothers,
left with the Beloved one,
again Sophia’s dance with Love
beholds beauty 
not needing to await 
Sebhah, those grey hairs. 
looking into the mirror,
one morning you exclaim,
“I have become my Father, my Mother!”
yes, I am the age of those,
most in Blessed Repose today,
who used to be old. 
Wisdom invites 
the crow and dove 
to rest upon their shoulders, 
theirs show the waters receding,
here we awake,
dry land is before us,
only leaving us an opportune stroll.