Do not force wisdom to dance for the puffs of wind erupting from the folk-fest guests’ applause. Wisdom never moves to the rhythm of traditional dances. She refuses to entertain the strangers who look just for a fun filled day. Wisdom’s gracious moves are born from the Spirit— do not disturb her performance before the Commander of the winds— she dances joyfully to worship Him. Her festive dress is tailor-made it flows like a peaceful river, it smells like lilacs in June it illuminates like children’s eyes rejoicing at the sunny holiday She swirls and sprinkles healing drops upon every stranger who seeks God’s Graceful Light. One such stranger looked at her but lacked understanding— she doesn’t have the wings but she can fly— surely it’s the work of winds—he passed by, returned to his wind-shaken life. Another stranger stopped and marvelled at her exquisite dance, and he exclaimed— who but God Himself could create such a wonder?! and he allowed her freshwater drops to wash sweat off his wrinkled forehead, and he, astonished, heard the long awaited clatter of the broken chains that suddenly fell off his heavy, swollen feet; and when she called him “Friend!” and welcomed to the year-round fruitful Garden where she, God’s Wisdom, elegantly dances, he didn’t hesitate. No, you can’t force His wisdom to dance for the claps of men.
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