O Wisdom, coming forth from the mouth of the Most High,
reaching from one end to the other mightily,
and sweetly ordering all things:
Come and teach us the way of prudence.

The wide world does Your will,
every atom and ant busily doing its work,
stars and systems shaping the space
of existence.  
Original.  
Obedient.
“I delight to do your will” is true of them
but not of me.  
I fill the space with flotsam 
of my wrecked attempts
at improving on your wisdom.
Today my heart is open to let out all the angst
and welcome in the Native Order of all things.