Wonder
Black ice,
clear skies,
biting wind,
and my
beating heart.
My hands are
numb
but my mind
is alive,
as I sit
here
on this
freezing pavement,
in wonder.
The stars
shine
bright,
adoring the
earth;
adoring
the created.
And I sit
here,
adoring the
Creator.
New friends,
with stories
as colorful
as the cars
I see around me;
as different
and unique
as the words
spoken
in different
languages.
You might
not fully
understand
the meaning
and depth
behind the
words,
but hearing
them strung
together
makes a
unified whole,
like the
yarn
in my
sweater that
is thick
enough to
keep me warm
but big
enough
to make me
feel skinny.
These
feelings and thought
envelope my
mind
and my heart;
capturing,
in just
small glimpses
and
fragmented
phrases,
the beauty
and genius
that is
behind
all that I
see.
The night
sky.
The cars.
The dorm
rooms behind me.
The people
that walk
these paths.
The breath
I see in
front of me,
frozen
once it’s
left
the heat and
comfort
of my body.
This is me.
Warm and
alive
when in the
embrace
of my King.
Frozen and
useless
when drawn
out
and
vulnerable to
the elements
of the world.
Wonder.
A powerful
word.
One that
makes the soul
sing
when it
knows of the beauty
and awe
that wonder
can bring.
Wonder.
That
embodiment
of the stars,
of the
planets and
of the
flowers that
grace the
trees,
if even for
only
a week
in the start
of spring.
Wonder.
This feeling
of emptiness.
Not of
loneliness,
but of the
expectation
of fullness
to come.
Wonder.
Knowing who
I am;
not what I
was
or am to be,
but who I am
throughout
eternity.
His.
Wonder.
Lacking the
knowledge
of the
fullness
of Him.
Wonder.
The feeling
of awe
when the
realization
of his grace
that is
sufficient for you
becomes a
reality.
Wonder.
This feeling
of living
beneath the stars,
of feeling
the air
upon my bare
hands,
and knowing
it is
his very
breath of life
that keeps
this heart
beating.
Wonder.
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