Poem: Where Did the Wonder Go?

my name and whispered it back too?

Where is the gasp at fireflies,
the hush when rain begins to fall,
the magic held in cloud-spun skies,
the way my shadow danced so tall?

Once, every crack in sidewalk stone
was treasure maps and secret signs,
and every breeze had tales to loan,
and time moved slow between the lines.

But now the days fall fast and thin,
and skies are just a shade of blue.
I pass the world, but not within—
I see, but don’t believe it too.

Is wonder lost, or just asleep,
beneath the noise, the grown-up shell?
Does it still live in places deep
where silent, tender memories dwell?

Perhaps it hides in moments small—
a stranger’s smile, a sparrow’s wing,
the way a child sees through it all,
unchained by fear of breaking things.

So I will listen, soft and low,
in quiet places I forgot.
The wonder didn’t go—I know.
I only see it… when I stop.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie