Wandering & Wondering (Sonnet #496)
Convinced, am I, this world was made for us
Two steps, we stop, wonder; gracious beauty
Presents itself, glorious array. Duty
Have we to praise Him, He who gave this trust.
Delight we take walking His sands of time
Thousands before have blazed the trail we take
Yet saw it not with eyes like ours. We make
Meaning in such moments, for us, sublime.
Telescopic convex eyes seek bright stars.
Nebulas and quasars stun our senses
Never has a constellation’s presence
Stunned me more than when I stand where you are.
Brightness of my Evening, my Polaris
You guide my heart to home to taste your kiss.
© 2017 David W. Palmer