When Wisdom Cries

When Wisdom Cries
Proverbs 1:20-23

 
Wisdom is crying
out.
On the streets of Baltimore.
Where that exhausting refrain of
might = power
fear = control
of hurt first, ask questions
never
plays out again and
again.

It is the ancient human wound
as old as Cain and Abel
a wound we never seem to
heal
but simply ignore until it is
ripped open
exposed
and fresh pain is felt.

 
And wisdom is crying
out.

 
But other voices are crying, too.
We hear them first:
those crying,
“us!”
and those crying,
“them!”
We hear young people filled with an anger that
is not their own
but that has been handed down
with each job
denied
with each purse held more
tightly
as they walk by
with each suspicious
stare.

 
We hear those who genuinely want to serve and
protect.
Who wear that badge as a
calling
and who simply desire
safety,
risking their families and their
lives
to bring it.

 
We hear those who are drunk on
power
unable to see clearly through that
fog,
who become the very thing they most
fear.

 
We hear the media —
the news, the tweets, the posts (like this) —
lining us up like obedient
schoolchildren
into our proper places of
black or
white
patriot or
perpetrator,
and we blindly play along
because we want to feel
safe
even if it is only fear that keeps us
unable to move out of
line.

 
And wisdom is crying
out.

But we cannot hear her.
We are too distracted by this Cain and Abel
business
to hear a new
voice.
A voice of calm, of
taking the risks of reconciliation,
of looking more deeply at the
issues, but more importantly,
looking more deeply at
ourselves.
Because wisdom most cries out for
that.

 
What would make us so fearful that we might
shoot first?
What would make us so angry that we might
throw rocks through windows and
steal something to quench that parching rage?
What within us needs to pause,
reflect, not
react
and listen for
wisdom?

 
She is crying
out.
And we have forgotten how to listen.

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