Happy the man who discovers wisdom, the man who gains discernment:
gaining her is more rewarding than silver, more profitable than gold.
She is beyond the price of pearls, nothing you could covet is her equal.
Awoke to the drapery of snow
over every form, stretched out
as far as I could see through tree lines and fields;
as if the laden clouds grew weary and lay down to rest on what was holding up in the darkness and what was shimmering in the first light.
In this blue-pale dawn, spinning toward the fire of our white dwarf in a pearling snow lilting down and everywhere,
while buds of crows, strewing from dark branches
are shaking out the fallen sky
into the ivory-bright one.
Lord, your artistry astounds me daily if only I still and begin
the lines we stay inside blurring as I long to leap
into the sky of you
all the same.