wonder, wonder

think and ponder,

what’s yonder

the brink, the boundary

to question is to answer,

like a twirling dancer,

like a carpenter’s touch,

initially doesn’t seem like much,

but look a little closer

to how the artist broods over

an idea that is sown,

watered and allowed to grow

like a gardener constantly digging

his hands ever exploring

what lies below

feeling where the roots go

like a potter moulds clay

or a man humbled to pray,

a tapestry of grace

woven through time and space

beyond reason or sense

like a child with wide-eyed lens

peeking, prodding, playing

a journey of discovering

likewise a building is born of a dream

a bridge between what is beyond and what is seen

what was once sealed in the Above

is now revealed through the mystery of Love