The Wise

The wisdom learned in sorrow is joy to the meek at heart for whatever travail hath a wise man unto his soul imparts The foolish gaze afar off their understanding taken Behold the wise man in his grief pained yet hardly shaken For wisdom holds on to a vision where separate worlds entwine To foolish men a great division but eternal ties unto the wise Where never ending love prevails and boundless patience stands Where fools' advice cannot avail the wisdom of a man There faith and hope abide as one unto the wise his peace but foolishness to those who judge by standards that decrease What then is a human worth if he be judged by worldly gain And what of the fools who devise hurt that a soul may not attain Still wisdom having endured test stays rooted to the ground and foolish tongues are put to rest as the wise man yet abounds...