Wisdom Will Outlive the Machine

Wisdom is older than code,

born before language,

carried in silence

by those who have walked through fire

and still choose love.

Intelligence is quick fast hands, sharp eyes,a library without a heartbeat.

It can gather facts, but not truth. It can answer questions, but not longing.

For wisdom is the breath of God, whispered into dust,

lifted into being, sharpened by sorrow, softened by grace.

AI can learn patterns, but it cannot kneel. It cannot forgive.

It cannot bleed its own heart open to save another.

Some will ask a machine to teach them love and receive only definitions. Some will trust a device to explain the ache in their chest when what they need is a human arm,

a human voice, a human soul saying, “I understand.”

But not us.

We were written in a deeper script a script no algorithm can read. We are the wisdom-keepers, the heart-knowers,

the ones who remember

that love is not measured in memory, but in surrender.

And in the end, when the world forgets the difference

between knowledge and knowing, between intelligence and truth, between simulation and soul wisdom will rise again, quiet and unshaken,

and say:

“I was here before the machine.I will be here after.

And love…

real love..

will always choose the human heart.”