Backward Mutters

Here’s a sonnet for Sapientia which is December 17. It draws its inspiration from Proverbs 5:7-23.

Now sons, listen to my words, do not stray
Or linger at loose love's door, nor forget
My words; do not fall, become Folly’s prey,
And pour out your life in bitter regret.

But stray here, browse among your lilies’ love
Along green banks ‘twixt passion and promise
With your dear, your secret highland dove
Who is your well's fullness, spring, and solace.

Why then my heart, do you wander exiled
In furtive fancies from wild wood to wold
Why, where eas’ly deceived and beguiled,
You languish in lostness, lonely and cold?

Here I am, Lord! You see and ponder all;
Make me love Wisdom, delight in her call.

© Randall Edwards 2023