A Child of Wonder
by Gloria Kurtz
A child of wonder, here I stand, my Lord,
Inside a pink-rimmed dawning sky of light.
Assign my feet an unfamiliar way,
Not gratifying to my coddled sight.
My goal, I pray, be high. Unreachable,
Except by faith beyond the height of sky.
The sinew of conviction; sustenance
In sweetness of a purple clover, smally by.
Pour burning light and blinding heat on me,
Until my crying thirst cries out to You
For peace, and I drink deeply depth of trust,
Be caught and drowned in all that’s true.
At evening, may my wearied strength long spent
Ascend to meet the evening moonrise song—
An altar sacrifice of gratitude
To Him with whom I’ve journeyed this day long.
For here I stand, a child of wonder, stars
Exploding tiny lights of joy. And why
I’m shocked by love inside this mystic night?
By who nor what I am, but Whose am I.
Miss Kurtz finds joy expressed best in teaching first and second grade, and delights in writing the poetry of life found cupped in the beauty of her Upstate NY home.