Wisdom Tales

I glittered in silence when patience wore thin, born in haste, was I worth the sin? For them I live, though no breath within, I took love’s place where trust should’ve been. Through the ages I’m a curse beneath skin, hearts bound by desire in the web I spin. What am I?

I was a man whose might would fade, challenged by many yet stood on my own. My secret revealed when love betrayed, redeemed, I struck down each foe alone. Who am I?

When the sun turns its face north, and its steadfast course reaches east, an unbending witness stands forth, unveiling both sabbath and feast.   What am I?

I walk among the sons of dawn, in pride I rise, I am not gone. I roam the earth both night and day, to prove the hearts who claim to obey. The truth I preach with twisted word, will seal your fate with all you heard. I dress as light though dark within, Beloved by those I teach to sin. Who am I?

I come as shadow, I come as flame, To some, I bring terror; to others, I claim. Darkness before me, yet light shall arise, I weigh every heart, discerning the wise. Men flee to rocks, yet none can hide— I unveil what’s buried deep inside. Old as the prophets, yet none can delay, For each meets my presence at the close of their day. What am I?

A man came to the crossroads and stood a moment. Behind him lay the way by which he had come. To the left, were many signs. To the right, many voices of instruction. Before him lay a path made firm and true. He filled his hands; he filled his mind; yet, his feet did not move. When the moment passed,he inclined his heart and set his feet forward. As he walked, what he carried found its use. What he had heard, guarded his way. The path beneath him was made sure. When another ma

The Watchers and the Gates A master appoints two gates in the circuit of the year. The first he set at the head of the months, on the first day of the first month, when winter gives way to spring. He made this gate plain, so that all might see the order of his appointed times. The second gate, he set in the seventh month, He placed  this gate just beyond the threshold of the month, where it could not be entered by habit, tradition, nor found by assumption. As the seventh mont