Continuing with the theme of “Advent poem/prayers from 2021 that I’m still feeling”… The word for this one is “wisdom.”
Wisdom God, There is wisdom in our souls, deep down. There is so much we don’t know. We carry some wisdom and we need other humans for the rest. We need the whole of creation as our wisdom teachers. The wise ones move in cycles of receiving, giving, mutual respect, gracious attention. God, in our world the wisest ones often go unheard. We clamber after the confident ones, the smooth-talking ones, the quick-thinking ones, the shiny put-together polished ones. But wisdom is carried in bodies who keep the score of suffering, in wrinkled faces who have laughed and cried too much to bother putting up a front. Wisdom is slow-moving. She refuses to be commodified. We often rush right past. God, help us not miss wisdom in our rush to say the right thing. Help us not miss wisdom in our inattentiveness, in our tendency to think we know things. Help us not miss wisdom as we still ourselves and wait. Give us patience, as long as it takes. We wait in the dark, where wisdom hides, that we might find her. Amen.