Miracles or Wonder

I look at the stars and wonder…

Why does beauty grace us?

As a way to talk to God and loved ones?

Or for inspiration?

I look at children blowing bubbles in the sun and wonder…

Why don’t I look at the world with awe?

I gaze at a setting sun and wonder…

Where is romance in my life?

I gaze at baby birds being born and wonder…

How many miracles are we blessed with each day?

I feel the gentle wind play with my hair and I wonder…

How does it know when to blow on chimes to calm me?

I feel the tiny sand between my toes and wonder…

How many people are there on the planet?

I feel a loving hug from someone special and wonder…

Why do they care so much?

I think of all these things and wonder…

Why am I truly blessed?