Wondering
if you see me one day
sitting and staring out to sea
I beg you not to call me away—
I am counting the waves rolling in
the grains of sand the tiny seashells
swirling in the crash and tug of the sea
pounding at my feet
I am wondering at my place
in this majesty outspread—
where I am smaller than the smallest
in all this wild immensity and grandeur
yet there must be some good reason
I am here to wonder about it
haven’t you, too, wondered?
come sit beside me
hold my hand—hold it tightly
share the awe, the swift intake of breath
feel the rush of gratitude and glory
knowing there can never be a moment
more in harmony with life than this one
when love-struck humans may sit wondering
if all God’s angels aren’t fluttering their wings
drenching us with light and holiness
singing hosannas in the sunlit air.
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