There was I from before the first day, side by side with The One.
There was I, in the foaming chaos of things that were nothings.
There was I, the thing to be given birth to by the creating hand of The One.
There was I, in the intake of a breath upon an imagined cloud.
I am Wisdom, she you know only out of your own foolishness.
And I was there.
I am your witness.
You are my children and I am calling you home –
back to what you were born knowing but have somehow forgotten
back to resting upon the cloud of your own createdness
back to the floating, embracing, desiring love of your mother’s womb
back, back, back, to who you were made to be.
The One is your father. I am Wisdom and I am your mother.
For 'deeds' in the Matthew passage, read instead 'children', as some ancient manuscripts have it, and see then the link to Proverbs 8.