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Wisdom Is Not Words




Wisdom is not words
It’s something in the eyes…
Something in experience
Something that was hurt
And was wounded and healed
And tucked away in the heart

The healed heart talks to the eyes
Quietly saying “See differently”
“See quietly” The world that hurt you
Is not forever.

Words will talk
And say wise things

But the words are a mask
Of the heart--who knows
That what the eyes see
Are mealy waves on a
Very deep ocean


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