Ever wonder why the rain
Falls down from the skies?
Or, why a lifetime lasts a month,
For exotic butterflies?
Have you thought for just a bit,
Why trees have leaves of green?
Or why you stop to marvel
At a snowy winter’s scene?
Did you know that eyes of blue,
See the same as eyes of brown;
And some live in the city,
When it’s just a bigger town?
We wonder if we’ll make the grade,
With our Mom and Pop.
We wonder if we’ll harvest much,
Off the cotton crop.
I wonder when I whistle,
If the birds will sing along;
And I wonder when I smile,
If my grin gives you a song.
Do you wonder if you know
How loving really works?
And if you wonder such a thing,
Are you prepared for all the quirks?
I wonder why eyes sparkle,
And our hair can only shine?
And I wonder why some things are yours,
While some are only mine.
I wonder why we hurt some times
A stomach aches perhaps.
But the breaking heart won’t miss a beat
When all that’s left are scraps.
It is a wonder why we try
To control another’s life,
To be the one that knows it all
Whether husband, or a wife.
I wonder when the sun comes up,
It’s dawn instead of day.
And why the moon can never set,
Come time to hit the hay.
I wonder if I’ve lived my life,
As it was meant to be;
Or if I walked another’s path
Would I end up being me?
Well, we’ve gone and done it once again, haven’t we. We’ve landed smack-dab in the middle of the season of wonder. And wonder, a word which is far too neglected, by my estimation-and yet, one does have to wonder even about that. Yes? How many times does one have to hear questions, designed from the mind and heart that often lead us to wonder why we wonder? We wonder how the earth was created; we wonder how you knew all along; we wonder where that guy got that idea and we wonder why we didn’t think of it first. We wonder why the moon isn’t made of green cheese and we wonder why fish always fall for the dangle, or the plastic fly; or the little hands trying to catch them and why they do not have fish food within their small little palms. So that brings me to ask, do fish wonder too??? Ha! I wonder, who could answer such a question. I wonder why some leaves fall and some don’t. I wonder why birds have the wisdom to know they can go south for better weather and not feel compelled to drag some big old fifth-wheeler behind them to get there? I wonder why we can pitch an idea; pitch a ball; start fires from pitch and still, pitch a tent, all with the same word. I wonder if brains do still work, four hours after we die and what that function is about—does it really understand life. I wonder. I wonder if intuition is nothing more than a simple snapshot from a past life—or maybe it could be as profound as a snapshot into your next one. I wonder why I don’t like cauliflower cooked, but I love it raw and I will eat bar-b-qued beans, but not pork ‘n’ beans. I wonder why roasting pans are only so big, but animals are so big they need four legs to hold them up! And then we have seasons of wonder, on top of the countless thoughts to wonder about? Well, you have me there… seasons of wonder, what a joyous thought. To contemplate the silence which comes from the falling snow, or the smile which crosses our face as we watch our little ones sidle up to Santa sheepishly; or the wonder of that familiar family story we hear year after year, dreading it–only to grow old and look forward to it. The wonder of that one star which sits atop our tree and seems to tell us everything we know and remind us of all Christmas’ past. The wonder of family coming together after a year of differences, spats, fingers pointing… and yet, on that Christmas Day, we sit in grace and thank each other for coming and remind each other that Christmas wouldn’t be Christmas without them attending. Wonder, a simple thought which can lead to prophetic images of children looking into the eyes of a horizon. They seem to understand that the horizon is theirs; even before they have wings to fly or sails to set…they know. And so I wonder too, why don’t we see that as we age…I wonder why we think that is only for children. Don’t you?
I wonder, why we can fall in love, but not in hate; why we can fall out of love; but not out of hate: Is it because we are made to love, so it comes to us when we aren’t looking or I wonder if it’s always there; and hate, well what is to wonder about that? Maybe we just choose it or we’re taught it. I was always told growing up; if you want to dance, you have to pay the fiddler. I am compelled to ask you, my bluegrass buds, WHO is the fiddler? I wonder. And what is the currency we pay with: Money; Laughter; True Love? I wonder if maybe you could tell me.