She cries –
Out in the street she cries,
Wandering the streets in search
Of any who will hear.
To those rudderless ships she cries,
To horses without bits to guide them,
To foolish ones led by their tongues,
Come to me, she cries, with food
Enough for every clamouring soul;
Come to me and eat from me.
There is only silence.
And so the heavens shout to deaf
Ears and raise their voice to sing
Of glory and of wisdom, but
The hungry do not eat.
Still she cries, for simple ones,
And lifts her chant up to the skies;
Out in the street, into the town;
Wisdom cries and cries.