Sonnenizio from a Line by Charles Wesley
Where shall my wondering soul begin?
No comfort to wander in darkness
through wondrous bolts of lightning
through wonderments of the soul’s labyrinth,
lost in a wonder of purple haze.
Should I begin-an explorer with wanderlust
through the wonderful world of bawdy nights,
a flying wonder-boy of reckless abandon?
Or must I wander cautiously, on tip-toes,
leaving small footprints, wondering if life
will crush my wondrous spirit sooner than
later? I wonder, I wonder, I wander-
a wunderkind searching for the Holy Grail.
I wander far, wide. My path long, frail.
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