Wonder
A word for curiosity
And for awe
Rarely at the same time, but what if we were filled
With awe-filled curiosity
What if we looked at the world through the lens of wonder
Of awe at the way trees transform light and water and minerals into something
Green and pure and alive
What if we were filled with curiosity
At the way all things somehow connect to each other
And awe at the way something as simple as a smile
Can grow into something as beautiful as friendship
What if instead of apathy and cynicism
We looked to understand and to see the wonder-filling things around us
That are so a part of our everyday lives
That we miss the insanely beautiful complexity of what it took
For something as extraordinarily improbable as a flower or a sparrow
To become ordinary
I wonder
What would happen if we started to fill ourselves
With wonder
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC
Wonder
A word for curiosity
And for awe
Rarely at the same time, but what if we were filled
With awe-filled curiosity
What if we looked at the world through the lens of wonder
Of awe at the way trees transform light and water and minerals into something
Green and pure and alive
What if we were filled with curiosity
At the way all things somehow connect to each other
And awe at the way something as simple as a smile
Can grow into something as beautiful as friendship
What if instead of apathy and cynicism
We looked to understand and to see the wonder-filling things around us
That are so a part of our everyday lives
That we miss the insanely beautiful complexity of what it took
For something as extraordinarily improbable as a flower or a sparrow
To become ordinary
I wonder
What would happen if we started to fill ourselves
With wonder
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