Wisdom Poem

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I need 
not 
your sympathy, 
shallow pity

I want 
your empathy, 
understood deeply 
Hard-earned kinship through suffering 

Any rube can endure 
but to infer
to learn from 
Wisdom 
in the crucible 

this is Grace at work 
in the tapestry of life

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