By wisdom a house is built, and through understanding it is established; through knowledge its rooms are filled with rare and beautiful treasures. – Proverbs 24:3-4
I saw an owl in a sycamore tree.
Not a feather stirred as he gazed at me.
“Owl,” I asked, “Do I know you?”
The bird moved not, but said “Who? Who?”
“Why you of course,” was my reply.
“We’ve met before, in years gone by.
But I was young and busy then,
Though I always hoped we might be friends.”
The Owl was alone, atop that tree.
But I suspect he’d come for me.
“Owl,” I asked, “May I learn from you?”
Those eyes just stared, as he said “Who? Who?”
“Why me, of course,” was my retort.
My annoyance grew; my patience short.
“I now have time and fewer tasks.
And there’s a question I must ask:”
“Does knowledge age, like grapes to wine?
Becoming wisdom over time?
If you won’t say, then tell me who.”
The Owl just winked, and said “You, You.”Posted in Miscellany | Tagged Personal Riffs