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Ask me not from where I receive my depth,
But wonder you may.
This generation I have been confined to,
Scoff at what they do not understand.
So why would I disclose my sources,
If you are ready to dismiss my claim?
If I told you that I received my knowledge from the sky and sea,
That I discovered some and the rest fell on me;
If I told you that while traveling down a road I met a man,
Who entrusted into my care a treasure box filled with golden nuggets and brilliant gems;
If I told you that I learned understanding from the mouth of a newborn,
And from the silence of an elder;
If I told you that knowledge was like a bird and flew to me from a great distance,
Rested on my shoulder and whispered things to me that other men would despise;
If I told you that Wisdom saw me,
Without shelter and destitute,
Took pity on me and opened the doors of her house;
If I explained to you how she fed me things,
That I sometimes fail to describe in words;
If I declared that through her, I was reborn,
And she maintains her patience with me—thank You God for her patience!
If I told you that I sat upon a cloud for hours,
Receiving instruction and guidance from someone greater than I,
Would you believe me?
And even if you did not believe me,
Would you, at least, respect how I claim I received my insight?
Or would you assume that I have gone mad,
That a sickness of the mind has overtaken me?