Ph: Philosophical: Wisdom Seems An Oxymoron Poem by Brian Johnston

Wisdom seems an oxymoron if implied there's ‘State of Being, '
slight trace found where truth's wildflowers flourish unrestrained by seasons.
Wisdom wears truth like a glove protects soft flesh from blister/callus.
Truth ‘is' wisdom loves disguises, rainbow's curves are free of malice.
Evolution's wisdom's penchant, change it welcomes - ‘child of reasons.'
What's true blooms with understanding, lines Love's path of flavored seeing.

Wisdom's finite, truth's far-reaching, infinite. Yes, God‘s more trouble!
‘Truth' seems strange (A shock! Surprise!) ; infinities aren't all the same size.
Just not true? A child can grok this: [Odd and Even both are numbers.
Every Odd gets paired with Even. Infinite are both groups' members!
But Real numbers, odd and even, count them and feel wisdom downsize;
paradox pops up to plague us! Real's infinity's their double! ]

Who's more cursed/blessed, male or female (war's conscription/moms imprisoned) ?
Truths we long to find (mirages) may, in fact, exist, but where sir?
Socrates (some called a wise man) groked his truth, forswearing knowledge.
Paradoxes' gifts worth loving (PhDs from wisdom's college) .
Science models (pointing at what helps) aren't Christ revealed (though savior) .
Faith in Christ, in Science (blinders off) , gilds Wisdom, Truth (when seasoned!)


Brian Johnston
28th of November in 2022