beautiful

i was going to write something witty and and a bit silly.  i was planning on writing about love and heart break.  i was planning on writing about age.  but now i just sit and and type for no reason really what so ever.  my hope is that something comes out of it, but from the looks of it, nothing is going to happen.  so i sit.  i sit and think of my weekend, pondering about family that we have not hugged for a while, thinking of possible futures that are all in the hands of the one who brought this weekend together.  but again, I have nothing.  

i wanted to write about music, how a band named after such a tough city can sweep me off my feet at a mere touch of the ivorys, or how the voices of jazz singers bring relaxation to the bones tired from the day.  

nothing.  nothing is coming to mind.  family, music, and nothing but these pitiful few words.  maybe it is because my scribble is nothing in comparison to words so beautiful they could only have been inspired by the one who brings the weekends and days and clouds and sun and smiles and tears.  i read this today: 

Wisdom has built her house

she has carved out its seen pillars

she has prepared her meat

she has prepared her wine

she also has arranged her table

she has sent out her female servants

she calls out on the highest places of the city

whoever is naive, let him turn in here

she says to those who lack understanding

come eat some of my food

and drink some of the wine I have mixed

abandon your foolish ways so that you may live

and proceed in the way of understanding.

beautiful.