PONDERING
poem by:
Kenvil Atkins
Written
on Aug 03, 2020
I sit and I wonder have you ever wonder; today was a new day the sun came up I did not care no wonder I wonder If wondering has put you down wonder no more, for the most wondrous things are free to gaze upon a midnight star or smell the blossoms of May flowers Early one morning or was it late one night I wonder, but now I have got you wondering which is it, it’s no wonder we wonder Wonder not no more and let’s get it right, it’s so sad when you forget, remember the old home stead wonder if it still stands or has time took its reward Mighty works of wonder are always done after we ponder, I wonder is it too late to wonder Mr. wonderful Copyright ©2006 Kenvil Atkins
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Roxanne Dubarry commented on Jan 12, 2026 at 6:17pm
Is it too late to wonder Mr. wonderful? Nope, I sincerely do not think so. Who among us is able to perform mighty works of wonder after and before we ponder? Jesus Christ is of course. Old memories of both good times and bad often speak to our hearts and make us glad.
What about your old home stead? Is it still standing or has time taken it's reward? Even though it may no longer be in existence, your fondest memories of it will still linger, as long as you shall live.
