Wisdom Calls

“The Reading Room,

the Reading Room,

the reason that we came.

To walk the halls,

to hear the call,

Her “Wisdom” calls your name.

 

The Reading Room,

the Reading Room,

Her magnificence Great Hall.

To read the books,

to have a look,

and never be the same.

 

She’s wood and oak,

where words and prose,

and history grows

each volume they contain.

 

The oak line desks

only one could guess,

who sat in these before.

No photos here,

She’s far too dear,

and there’s clearance at the door.

 

She’s beautiful,

restful,

color that’s unchanged.

To walk the Hall,

Hear “Wisdom” call,

And never be the same.”

Poem by denisebalog©

 

“Does not wisdom call?

Does not understanding raise her voice?

…for wisdom is better than jewels,

And all that you may desire cannot compare with her.” Proverbs 8:1-11 (ESV)

Photo of Great Hall taken from observation area in the Library of Congress

Looking for my kids in a heartbreak song…

Last week to work until summer vacation starts for me.

There are days when I think I’ve gone crazy with band aides, questions and such. Hours when I know I have not completed one office “task” or solid thought.

But today with all this emptiness, I am looking for my “kids!” Feeling like an up and down “heartbreak country song!

“Oh, where have all my children gone…enjoying their summer all the days long!!”

The last bus to go…

“The year complete;

I rest my feet.

Waving goodbye;

always a treat.

Small rural school,

remember the golden rule.

Be kind to your friends,

until we meet again.

The last bus to go,

we’ll miss them you know.

It’s been a good year;

yes, I believe that’s a tear.”

poem by dbalog