I was strolling a road not chosen by me
A road full of hazards and danger unseen.
It wasn’t my fault, every twist, every turn
So I pointed to others and my anger burned.
The skies grew dark, a storm began churning
The thunder, too loud and wind signaled turning
But I wouldn’t go back no matter the rain
I was staying the course and feeling the pain.
It hurt so good, this road I was traveling
Blaming everyone else for my life unraveling
Accountability had no place right now as a thought
Because nothing I’d done was ever my fault.
Then a flash of lightening lighted my way
And there on the road nearly buried in clay
Was the brightest of rubies, a rare jewel for sure
Declaring my rightness and I knew I’d endure.
I picked up that ruby and polished it bright
In the rain that was falling and then held it tight.
The storm dissipated and the sun came out
My fortune had changed without a doubt.
I looked up the road and saw a figure appear
A gnarled old woman in drab dress with a tear
Well, I’d show her my jewel proving my worth
And then walk on filled with great mirth.
“Give it to me,” she said in a tired old tone.
“I promise to hold it, this treasured stone.”
“Ha”, I laughed, tossing back my head
“By the looks of you, you’re more than half-dead.”
I clasped my ruby and strolled further along
So happy for once, I burst into song.
It had been a long time since I felt such joy
My life had changed and now I felt coy.
Thinking of what I could gain without reproach
I looked up again to see another approach
A handsome gent, so dapper and disarming
He smiled at me and I thought, “How charming.”
I opened my hand to brag of my find
And worried not when he looked ahead and behind.
“Give it to me for I know it’s great price
And I’ll return to you it’s value over twice.”
I gave him my jewel with a smile so wide
Finally, someone who would boost my pride
And help me get off this path, (not my choice).
I would get on with life and finally rejoice.
“Oh, by the way,” the gent said to me,
“If along this road you happen to see
An old gnarled woman, with tears on her dress
Don’t listen to her, she brings only distress.”
“Oh,” I said, “We passed earlier today.
How do you know she comes this way?”
“Her name is Wisdom, I’ve known her for years.
She walks the road daily looking for tears.”
“Why would Wisdom look for people in pain?
For in our pain there is nothing to gain.”
“Wisdom believes you can only be spared
When you’re broken, hurting and even scared.”
“What a fool, that Wisdom,” I said shaking my head.
“Why would I need her speaking words that I dread?
I found my ruby and now you’ll bring me fame.
By the way, Sir, I did not catch your name.”
“Oh my, introducing myself I don’t usually do,
My name is Foolish, what a pleasure to meet you.
Remember, I’ll see you in a few days right here
With fame and fortune abundant, my dear.”
I found a nice spot along the road to rest
And waited and waited, feeling no stress.
Finally someone important knew my name
I will wait here forever for my claim to fame.
“Wisdom is the principal thing; therefore get wisdom: and with all thy getting get understanding.” Prov. 4:7