Consider Solomon

Matthew 6.28

‘And why take ye thought for raiment?  Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow;
they toil not, neither do they spin: And yet I say unto you, that even Solomon
in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.’

I like to think of Solomon,
grown wise to the trappings of wisdom,


the glistening deference of courtiers,
the cumbersome thrones of gold,
the deceits implicit in palatial mirrors,

sneaking out, between bouts of good sound advice
(and the odd bit of song-writing),


to peak in wonder at the lilies of the field,

divining, in the end, the tiny,
perennial, ingenuous, beginnings of glory.