and suffer there on tinderhooks.
The elevation of souls was not to be won in brave assault.
Instead, when Wisdom's turn came, She hid
inside a mortal form, humble and much changed in shape -
and was buried.
Only within the realm of the dead
did She reveal Herself another Queen of Heaven,
come to carry off souls meant to rise.
Come into the light, you who have suffered;
Come into the light, poor innocents unmourned;
To me, to my arms, victims of injustice;
To my embrace, seekers left behind in the dark.
All who will come, come to me:
I will carry any ancestor to any hall that awaits them, or to my own if they have no other,
Just as I have carried down truth to any mind that seeks it,
For I am Wisdom.
Come to me, beloved ones,
And on the third day we will rise.