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.