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Lectio + Haiku -- July 2007
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Haiku
First-wrought, she still smiles
on the heights of Helen's son -
Hagia Sophia!
-- Brad, Port Townsend
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When wisdom was new
and God's hands were still dirty,
together, they danced.
-- Greg, Seattle
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Eight men unalike
Plumb God's word with hearts in link —
Wisdom comes to dance!
-- Brad, Port Townsend
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Through the gates, so near,
so far, along the circling
path, she walks and waits.
-- Margaret, In the Courtyard
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Scripture
Proverbs 8:1-4; 22-31
Does not wisdom call,
and does not understanding raise her voice?
On the heights, beside the way,
at the crossroads she takes her stand;
beside the gates in front of the town,
at the entrance of the portals she cries out:
“To you, O people, I call,
and my cry is to all that live.
The LORD created me at the beginning of his work,
the first of his acts of long ago.
Ages ago I was set up,
at the first, before the beginning of the earth.
When there were no depths I was brought forth,
when there were no springs abounding with water.
Before the mountains had been shaped,
before the hills, I was brought forth--
when he had not yet made earth and fields,
or the world’s first bits of soil.
When he established the heavens, I was there,
when he drew a circle on the face of the deep,
when he made firm the skies above,
when he established the fountains of the deep,
when he assigned to the sea its limit,
so that the waters might not transgress his
command,
when he marked out the foundations of the earth,
then I was beside him, like a master worker;
and I was daily his delight,
rejoicing before him always,
rejoicing in his inhabited world
and delighting in the human race.
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