Wisdom is the refinding of innocence.
This dry, barren land, too, was once alive
with scented flowers and heavenly showers,
(now dried petals and dessicated memories)
Fistfuls of blissful blessings--and children's joy
(then open hands closed, and so the heart died.)
These cracks that snake upon its parched surface now
Are impressions left by a cruel self-inflicted drought
(divine rain had been for mortal pools of earth exchanged)
That throttled, each grain of dust and each blade of grass!
(then the soul shall thirst, and so the heart shall cry.)
The tears that will flow can quench this thirst,
Spawn and spring into streams of faith and trust
(Where it once was dry, again life can thrive)
But Wisdom must emerge after Innocence has died,
(then the mind will remember, and so the heart be satisfied.)