A Cross Made From A Tree Poem by Osc Can

Wisdom sought a place where she could rest
It wanted to give some insight it possessed
She looked but there was no place she found
In tears, she silently turned around
Grieved because she couldn't find a home
But she didn't give up, finding another place to roam
A dark place where people were trying to find some light
Yet they walked blindly, darkness prevailed against their sight
Wisdom spoke to them about a Man, and a cross made from a tree
Wisdom spoke to them about how He came to set the captives free