Well, I don't really have much to write about today, but I feel like I should write something, so I'm posting another poem on here. I hope you're not too sick of my poetry yet.

Wonder

The sky's clouds were pregnant with the rain;

My heart's clouds helped to dull the pain.

A golden sword rent the clouds in two,

Bringing me my first thought that was new.

I wonder, I wonder, I wonder why

Each child that is born must one day die.

I looked into a pond on one black night,

When neither moon nor man offered me light.

I saw reflected in black sky deep down

Three piercing stars, like Durin's crown.

I wonder, I wonder, I wonder why

Stars can still light up empty sky.

In the aftermath of each great fall

We become children, one and all.

We look at each other with tearful eyes,

We ask each other, we ask the sky:

I wonder, I wonder, I wonder why

We do our best, and still we cry.

They taught us well, this world's great minds:

How to stop our ears, shut our eyes.

They taught me well, those heroes of mine:

How to live for now, leave courage behind.

I wonder, I wonder, I wonder why

We still want truth, who tell the lies.

My body is full; there is nothing it lacks.

But, ah! my soul with hunger is wracked!

Only something bigger than earth is wide

Could fill this lake of longing inside.

I wonder, I wonder, I wonder why

We can have all and be unsatisfied.

He came to me in darkest night

When nothing on earth could give me light.

His golden sword rent my clouds in two;

That day I knew that I was new.

I wonder, I wonder, I wonder why

This one clean man for the filthy would die.

He is bigger than earth is wide;

He filled my lake of longing inside.

He embraced me with red-stained hands;

Then, at last, He made me understand.

The reason, the reason, the reason why

Is that I love you, and I am I.

That's probably the best poem I've ever written (it's certainly the longest). I hope you enjoy it! Stay tuned for a review of Dandelion Fire, N. D. Wilson's newest book, coming soon!