Is It Any Wonder?

Is it any wonder?

Is it any wonder that we can look

At the same thing

And draw different responses?

Is it any surprise that one day I might see

The sky and marvel at its graceful décor,

Illuminating the landscape with sparkling diamonds

That will never get lost between sofa cushions

Or disappear on the subway.

Yet on a different day of the week,

Maybe even tomorrow,

I will gaze at the papers in my hands that

Are crying out to be graded

And I will answer their desperate pleas

And swoop in like a mother bird

To redeem the abandonment—

And in doing so I will attend to

An item on my list of ever-growing items to

Attend to,

And I might never even lift my head above

My desk, my path home,

My hands,

And I might never make eye contact with the clouds?

The half-moon?

The life pulsing all around—and

I might just plain forget that

“all creation groans and waits”

For the return of the God-man who will

Descend from His throne in the Heavenly realms

And sweep down to draw me near.

(NANOWRIMO Entry)