Wonder

"It is possible that God says every morning, 'Do it again' to the sun; and every evening, 'Do it again' to the moon. It may not be the automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately but has never gotten tired of making them...The repetition in Nature may not be a mere occurance; it may be a theatrical encore."

THE MYSTERY

If sunset clouds could grow on trees

It would but match the may in flower;

And skies be underneath the seas

No topsyturvier than a shower.

If mountains rose on wings to wander

They were no wilder than a cloud;

Yet all my praise is mean as slander,

Mean as these mean words spoken aloud.

And never more than now I know

That man's first heaven is far behind;

Unless the blazing seraph's blow

Has left him in the garden blind.

Witness, O Sun that blinds our eyes,

Unthinkable and unthankable King,

That though all other wonder dies

I wonder at not wondering.

-G.K. Chesterton.