Musing on the eighth chapter of Proverbs,
Where Wisdom is portrayed as a woman.
When Wisdom came to visit me today,
She said we had to talk about some things
So I said, “Come on in and stay a while.
I’m making dinner—there should be enough.”
So she sat down, and I was cooking something
Or other—I can’t remember now—and
She kept talking. I said “uh-huh” and “yeah”
A lot about… whatever till she left.
I don’t recall just what she was talking
About. I do remember burning something.