Wisdom is a dreadfully wonderful gift,giving you great insight but terrible pain that you learn from.

Stars looking at our planet, watching entropy and pain and maybe startin' to wonder how the chaos in our lives could pass as sane. I've been thinkin' 'bout the meaning of resistance of a world beyond our own and suddenly the infinite and penitent began to look like home.

Their homes are gone; their businesses swamped. They wonder what the future holds,

Could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy.

Those footprints in the snow led me to this wildfire.

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.