Diamonds of Wonder

While walking to work in winter’s cold bite To do the things that ever must be done Futile it seemed to fight the good fight I feared no blessing, no victory would be won. And pounding the pavement’s parking lot path As I duck the Dodge’s hurried and harried My neck is bent to beat the wind's wrath When my eyes catch the thing that a ring had last carried. And I heard it seemed, a word spoke to me “Are you weary of wandering? — the burden and grind? Will you not slow down, put together and see The jewels I’ve placed in your pathway to find?” You walkers, bewildered, and blind, look around He's dropped diamonds of wonder for you to be found.

(c) Randy Edwards #sonnet #poetry #apilgrimsdraw