WONDER
After faith has fled
What is left thereunto?
What remains?
What…
Propels her onward,
Sends her searching,
Still
Unceremoniously yearning,
Stepping over hills and valleys
Until
Striking her foot upon a stone
She pauses to look down in
Wonder
Discerning Who it was that placed
Such a tiny stone in her
Path,
Not much more than a trip
Though breaking stride long enough to
Create
Doubt of all the uncertainty
Surrounding her,
Now
That she has left off
Knowing the one
Who.
© Sue Wilson Thompson 2006
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