This is the third of a series of posts in response to the poem “The Wonderer” by Robert William Service. Read the whole poem by clicking here. The first stanza is in my first post found here; the second is here.
Now, the third stanza of the poem “The Wonderer” by Robert Service:
What of the wonder of my Heart,
That plays so faithfully its part?
I hear it running sound and sweet;
It does not seem to miss a beat;
Between the cradle and the grave
It never falters, stanch and brave.
Alas! I wish I had the art
To tell the wonder of my Heart.
The wonder of my Heart. And your heart, too, for that matter. Working unceasingly. Beating dozens and dozens of time per minute, every minute of every hour of every day. Moving blood – nutrients for life – throughout our bodies.
The wonder of big-hearted people. Loving and generous and kind. Forgiving and welcoming and encouraging. Remembering all that is good. Sharing nutrients for life throughout our communities.
The paper hearts pictured were part of the children’s message one Sunday in early February six years ago. The scripture for the day was the great love chapter: 1 Corinthians 13. I invited everyone in the congregation that day – young and old alike – to write something about love on a paper heart.
Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. – I Corinthians 13:4-8a NRSV
What is written on your heart today?