“Wonder” can mean to ponder, or that which is pondered. Scientists, artists, philosophers, and craftsmen all wonder about truths and ways to realize dreams.
Poets engage in wondering as a matter of course. Any of you familiar with this blog have probably pegged me as a “Beans, beans are good for your heart” kind of guy when it comes to the type of poetry I would be likely to fully appreciate, and rightly so. I generally find poetry, unless set to music, tedious and contrived.
The major exception to this rule is the poem “To See” by William Blake that deals directly with wonder as its subject.
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
It’s natural for us to wonder, whether we ponder the afterlife, the meaning of life, the beauty of nature, or the nature of beauty.
Wonders are all around us — the way a dancer extracts such grace from basically the same human form that a football player uses to plow through the opposing defense, the eerie beauty of the aurora, the sound of the tiny wings of a hummingbird, the sigh of someone you love.
Hope you enjoyed my gallery of “wonder” photos.
See you next week!