The Wonder of it All
I sit, stand or sometimes walk and
think about it all and wonder why.
I sit, stand or sometimes walk and
think about it all and wonder why.
What does it all mean, the Presi-
dent says he lied, bombs explode,
missiles are fired, through it all
some people died, some survived,
and others can no longer hold their
head up high.
dent says he lied, bombs explode,
missiles are fired, through it all
some people died, some survived,
and others can no longer hold their
head up high.
Then in some crazy corner of
our worldly space a little kid died
because another is out of control, a
mother weeps, a father cries in an-
guish his child now gone, some-
where another is born without love
or care, left on some street corner
to live or die. Where is the justice,
the honor of it all, now gone off to
some forgotten or abandoned land?
I wonder why.
our worldly space a little kid died
because another is out of control, a
mother weeps, a father cries in an-
guish his child now gone, some-
where another is born without love
or care, left on some street corner
to live or die. Where is the justice,
the honor of it all, now gone off to
some forgotten or abandoned land?
I wonder why.
They fight in the streets, the vil-
lages and fields in far off lands,
arguing over whose God is right
and which ruler has all the might,
blood and life bleed out across the
places, nothing to stem the flowing
tides, destruction, death and de-
spair showing in the faces...defeat
blowing in the air. Who shall raise
a voice of care and... still, I stop to
wonder why.
lages and fields in far off lands,
arguing over whose God is right
and which ruler has all the might,
blood and life bleed out across the
places, nothing to stem the flowing
tides, destruction, death and de-
spair showing in the faces...defeat
blowing in the air. Who shall raise
a voice of care and... still, I stop to
wonder why.
Here and there on everyday a
friend is lost, a lover gone, some-
one close no longer found, the sad-
ness so profound, another comes
along taking a friendly thought or
gift so freely given and grinds it in
the ground, I must... always won-
der why.
friend is lost, a lover gone, some-
one close no longer found, the sad-
ness so profound, another comes
along taking a friendly thought or
gift so freely given and grinds it in
the ground, I must... always won-
der why.
Who is it that builds these stages,
places actors on platforms raised
for all to see, feeds worded scripts
to perform so everyone can hear,
then hides behind false prophesies
and empty platitudes, all sung out
in disharmony to quell questioning
multitudes now growing weary of
it all . I wonder about this now.
places actors on platforms raised
for all to see, feeds worded scripts
to perform so everyone can hear,
then hides behind false prophesies
and empty platitudes, all sung out
in disharmony to quell questioning
multitudes now growing weary of
it all . I wonder about this now.
Just as dawn begins to break,
shining sun bringing warmth to
shivering souls, spirits begin to
rise, then, as though waiting for
the light to shine bright, all comes
loose sending disarray about,
clouds playing havoc placing dark-
ness once again in the way...and I
do wonder about it all.
shining sun bringing warmth to
shivering souls, spirits begin to
rise, then, as though waiting for
the light to shine bright, all comes
loose sending disarray about,
clouds playing havoc placing dark-
ness once again in the way...and I
do wonder about it all.
Just the other day we're told that
some terrible malady may be on
the way out, now that is something
to really care about, no slow pain-
ful or horrible death to deny life's
beauty nor it's worthy quality, that
is something to really wonder at.
some terrible malady may be on
the way out, now that is something
to really care about, no slow pain-
ful or horrible death to deny life's
beauty nor it's worthy quality, that
is something to really wonder at.
Some folks care, others do not,
some destroy others build, it is to
the first and latter that I tip my
hat, and I wonder at the others...I
am sorry, but they dont matter. I
dont wonder about that.
some destroy others build, it is to
the first and latter that I tip my
hat, and I wonder at the others...I
am sorry, but they dont matter. I
dont wonder about that.
Troubles can come along to you,
me and everyone, bleakness can
color what is seen, foreboding
thoughts sweep the spirit trying to
bring soul to ground and... always,
I wonder why.
Suddenly a new babe's cry is
heard, a daring new soul comes to
show the way, his time on earth is
not so long, he was around and
now has gone, he may return to
save the day, I hope he is not de-
layed. The wonder of it all!
heard, a daring new soul comes to
show the way, his time on earth is
not so long, he was around and
now has gone, he may return to
save the day, I hope he is not de-
layed. The wonder of it all!
T. Condon Aug. '98(rev.3/2001;4/03)
