Wisdom calls me

Wisdom calls me.
Me!
She always has. 
I have listened and ignored.
Loud and soft, she tugs at my heart that wants her and fights her at the same time.
I want to be in her presence, to let her smell cling to my clothes as a gentle reminder through the day of what is right and beautiful.
I want to linger and trust.
She is strong and patient.
She stirs me, steers me, settles and calms me.
Turns a girl into a woman.
Wisdom is calling me.
She always has.

Prov 8.

H.A.
9/19/13