5. Nothing Wonders Me

From A Thread of Scarlet (2024)

I’ve been to the volcano, seen it glowing in the mist.
I smelled the sweet lehua flow’r, the ocean’s salty kiss.
I’ve seen the barracuda’s teeth alone in distant seas,
but Jesus Christ, our Lord, he didn’t die for such as these.

I’ve seen the mountain glade at dawn where runs the wolverine,
I’ve seen the canyon, Grand and glowing, bathed in moonlight’s beam,
I’ve seen the autumn colors paint Mount Desert crimson-sharp,
I’ve heard the birds all calling home like wind that stirs the harp,
I’ve tasted fruit that grows where bears and mountain goats survive,
I’ve slid down gaping chasms and yet come back out alive,
Seen nights and days, seen dawns and dusks, seen desert, ocean, trees,
But Jesus Christ, our Lord, he didn’t die for such as these.

All journeys wonderful to me, all things that glory God I see,
but nothing wonders me so much,
as all the people I can touch,
as seeing you, my neighbor here,
as listening to a hope, a fear.
I die to self as did my Lord,
to serve according to His word.

Composed Saturday, February 24, 2024, 9:20 a.m. by Mark Feezell / DrFeezell.com
Included in Feezell’s poetry collection A Thread of Scarlet (2024)
Dedicated to the Public Domain (CC0 1.0) 2024

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Image: Mountain Meadows (IMG_7240)

poetry, A Thread of Scarlet (2024)