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Song of the Queen of Sheba
Wisdom is
sweeter than honey,
brings more joy
than wine,
illumines
more than the sun,
is more precious
than jewels.
She causes
the ears to hear
and the heart to be comprehended.
I love her
like a mother,
and she embraces me
as her own child.
I will follow
her footprints
and she will not cast me away.
* * *
I fell
because of wisdom,
but was not destroyed:
through her I dived
into the great sea,
and in those depths
I seized
a wealth-bestowing pearl.
I descended
like the great iron anchor
men use to steady their ships
in the night on rough seas,
and holding up the bright lamp
that I there received,
I climbed the rope
to the boat of understanding.
While in the dark sea,
I slept,
and not overwhelmed there,
dreamt: a star
blazed in my womb.
I marveled
at that light,
and grasped it,
and brought it up to the sun.
I laid hold upon it,
and will not let it go.
Copyright © 1994 by Jane Hirshfield
From Women in Praise of the Sacred, edited by Jane Hirshfield (New York: HarperPerennial, 1994). Used by arrangement with HarperPerennial, a division of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.
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