I WONDER, I WONDER, YES, I WONDER

by CHARLES ROBEY
(MOODY, AL USA)

“When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.” (I Cor 13:11)

Now that I’m older than dirt and twice as gritty, I wonder how much time I sit and wonder. Being retired, oftentimes all I have to do is sit and wonder. I wonder how much time I’ve spent in procrastinating. How much time I’ve spent forgetting things that should have been remembered. How much time not doing things that should have been done. How much time doing things that really didn't matter a hill of beans.

No, I’m not quite ready for the loony bin yet. I’ve got no place to go and all the time in the world to get there. So, what about you, my friend? Can you, have you, will you join me?

Ok, so I don’t spend as much time these days doing what matters. Truthfully, what used to matter doesn’t really matter much anymore. Maybe it wouldn't have mattered anyway.

Its kind of like the old parson once said, “I know about the sweet by and by, but what about the nasty now and now?”

Such is life in the fast lane, although my fast lane has slowed a bit. Is it just me, or has life suddenly progressed full speed ahead? Has time as we remember it somehow passed us by? Only time will tell, I suspect.

For now, I’ll just habitually fill up my daily pill organizer for next week, if I can just remember where I last placed it. In the meantime, I trust you will enjoy this simple poem. Blessings to all.

I wonder, I wonder, yes, I wonder
About the secrets here and yonder
About the wonders of day and night
About life’s will and about life’s might
About the happens in today’s hour
About the moon and the sun's power
About those many bright stars at night
About how they happen to take a flight
About will I ever come join the proud
About enjoying the pompous crowd
About when the days turn to night
About when the night brings on fright
About my older days, years and hours
About when in time I lose my power
About when my senior years fall prey
About will I be able to work and play
About when the young give me a sign
About when I find I’ve been left behind
About when the years come and go
About when I simply go with the flow
About when I realize life is very good
About when I ’realized I did all I could
I wonder, I wonder, yes, I wonder
About the secrets here and yonder

I trust you enjoyed this bit of plausible wonderment. If, so, did it kind of give you a bit of awed admiration? I surely trust so. Life comes to us both in wonderment and explanation, wouldn't you say?

“Yahweh, You are my God; I will exalt You. I will praise Your name, for You have accomplished wonders, plans formed long ago, with perfect faithfulness." (Isaiah 25:1)