Wonder

I wonder
at your Creation.
It's beauty. It's groaning.

I wonder at your love for me.
It is so complete,
not limited by my understanding,
or my ability to receive it yet.

I wonder why I struggle
to believe the absolute truth
of miraculous death defeating,
life giving resurrection power.

I wonder why I care so much
for that which does not last.
I could continually invest
in the eternal.

I am full of wonder at your death,
that you Creator God
would willingly die
at the hands of your Creation.

I wonder at
Forgiveness,
Grace,
Salvation,
Redemption,
and other words with meanings
so rich and deep
I must not hurry past them,
but ponder,
and allow myself
to be filled with wonder.