in the dreamy semi-consciousness of early this morn these words came to me…
He was met, surprised by Wisdom
on some dusty, deserted, unidentified corner of the labyrinthine maze of his muddled mind.
Who, named Sophia, is holy
(for Whom he ne’er had known he sought,
but Who, aware of his truest need, alway had watched, waiting for him),
miraculously, mercifully transformed the wearying vigor of his soul’s disquiet
into the insatiable ardor of heaven’s Love.
And, once more, he experienced his nativity
in the now foreign familiarity of coming out of darkness into Light.
Photograph: Σοφία (Wisdom), Celsus Library, Ephesus, Turkey