Don't touch her, she's right
She's chosen what is good,
And the glory of greater things
She has understood.
Such obedience, such thirst,
Is lovely in my eyes,
And I promise understanding
To the humble hear that tries.
For I do not delight in works
But to the one who looks above
The commonplace, the day-to-day,
To her I pour my love.
Join us; stop your hurry,
Come sit in peace and ask.
Between a quiet spirit
And the pursuer of small tasks
I choose the gentle listener
For the listener believes;
Come and seek my presence, friend,
For she who asks, receives.
postscript
Guess what passage I read today?