I Wait Where Wisdom Hid Herself Away
A Villanelle in the Voice of Mary Magdalene
I wait where Wisdom hid Herself away,
the chamber sealed by fear and history’s hand.
Return, beloved—enter while you may.
The walls still breathe the incense of that day
when truth was veiled to keep the world unmanned.
I wait where Wisdom hid Herself away.
They silenced me, then taught the world to pray
for mercy from a throne they could command.
Return, beloved—enter while you may.
I was the first to see the stone give way—
yet they rewrote my witness in the sand.
I wait where Wisdom hid Herself away.
But love outlives the power of decay;
no tomb can hold what God Herself has planned.
Return, beloved—enter while you may.
Step through the dust. Restore what time betrayed.
Take up the truth no empire can withstand.
I wait where Wisdom hid Herself away.
Return, beloved—enter while you may.
About the Creator
A.K. Treadwell
Grateful. Recovering. Alcoholic. Preacher's Daughter. I am a juxtaposition. I am the Tale of Two Cities. I sojourn in this foreign land, passing through, declaring the way of the Lord. Follow me, as I follow Christ.
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