My small wonder
went missing this day
and I looked and I looked and I looked
calling
but I didn’t know what to call
my small wonder
has departed
and I know this
when I look in the mirror
and some of me is not there
my small wonder
rests deep and away right now
hidden in a safe place
watched by the Weaver
kept whole
my small wonder
will rise with the sun
bathed in glory
and laugh and laugh and laugh
with joy and unbroken smiles
’til the trumpet
I will wait
I will pray
I will cry
I will sing
I will love
I will hurt
and mostly
I will hope for wonder
my wonder
Harnessing Chaos 