The Song of the Name was wisdom song inspiring a wisdom round cell on the hill, infusing the wisdom of prophecy and prayer, prophecy renewing images, prayer transcendending images (Wisdom, Prophecy and Prayer 2013). The wisdom of prophecy regenerated images in Geoffrey of Monmouth’s ‘Life of Merlin’ with images of the Manstone’s Christly enthronement on the Stiperstones (Merlin on Manstone Mynd 2015), whilst the wisdom of imageless prayer unveiled the glory of the Name (Wisdom, Glory and the Name 2014). The Song of the Name embraces shimmering images of light with wisdom’s imageless play of hallowing glorification. Wisdom loves to play, simply like a child, releasing sophistication into the imageless dance of glory. Years of labour appeared to be working in time towards a defined end but the end turned round to begin anew in every moment, like endless play, or timeless play in realms of glory, imageless abiding in God’s encircling dance of love that saints call glorification. Elders, like angels, are never too old to dance God’s timeless dance of love, because wisdom in the midst is far older than old age, being always eternally young, as in the beginning.
Timeless wisdom song unites elders with angels who are never too old to dance, never too elderly to yield to elder glory or too infirm to burn with the flame of the Name. Yielding empties saints of pride without giving pride a chance to pretend to be superior to pride, preferring play that plays, simply, like a child. If all holiness is innocent play, vainglory finds no foothold. If all prayer is wisdom song, vanity is unable to pray with the seriousness it needs to parody humility. If wisdom song plays simply, wisdom may rejoin the celestial music of the spheres which resounds as it dances in spiralling circles round black holes, gateways out of space and time, endlessly yielding the weight of love’s gravity to the encircling gravity of timeless glory, playing gloriously instead of taking itself so seriously that it becomes presumptuously grave or pretentiously serious. If everything is a dance of love, wars are free to release, preferring timeless war games that cease when both players grow tired of play. Holy sleep renews energy for fresh play, and play restores energy for love’s expanding dance. Instead of demonising enemies, wisdom turns and sees old enemies as playful friends, in perhaps much the same way as a child plays war games with a friend.
Wisdom Song plays simply, constructing a wisdom round cell on the hill to welcome pilgrims walking round, resounding with the sound of wisdom’s play. To a child, play appears deadly serious while it lasts, but when play ceases, it ceases so love reigns, like love play that frees even as it plays. When play yields to play, playing itself releases from play, resurrecting from play to play, from game to game, from dance to dance, from round to round. Love’s dance never tires of love as love dances round and round, curing war with games of war, hallowing love’s timeless round, circling round transcendence of space and time like nothing created. Play is wisdom’s enduring way because wisdom is innocent, like a child. Play is wisdom’s way to extinguish vain sophistry that betrays glory, liberating grace from presumptuous pride. Wisdom song is wisdom’s way to empty hell by emptying the empty vanities of pride. Wisdom deploys song and play to cure vanity and pride. She plays simply, delighting in images of light deployed by imageless glory, restoring elders with angels’ flight, renewed on wings of empowering wind. Play soars when the Spirit’s mighty wind is winged, encircling love with timeless rounds of love, praying that plays as it prays without grasp or grip, wisely yielding, not imposing. Wisdom song plays simply, praying prophetic imagery with the Spirit’s imageless play of pure prayer, releasing gravity’s weight of glory with gravity’s play of dancing love.