In the first four stanzas of “The Wonderer” Robert William Service wrote of
- “the moving marvel of my Hand”
- “the wonder of my Eyes”
- “the wonder of my Heart”
- “the wondrous wonder of my Brain”
Lest you and I think we are any less marvelous than he, the beginning of the fifth stanza of the poem assures us otherwise.
But do not think, O patient friend,
Who reads these stanzas to the end,
That I myself would glorify. . . .
You’re just as wonderful as I,
And all Creation in our view
Is quite as marvelous as you.
The pastor in me immediately remembered the words of the psalmist: “I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.” (Ps 139:14a NRSV) Not just me. You, too, are fearfully and wonderfully made. Nothing less than a marvel.
The rest of the fifth stanza – the way it is printed makes it look like it is not a new stanza – is an invitation to wonder.
Come, let us on the sea-shore stand
And wonder at a grain of sand;
And then into the meadow pass
And marvel at a blade of grass;
Or cast our vision high and far
And thrill with wonder at a star;
A host of stars — night’s holy tent
Huge-glittering with wonderment.
I searched through my digital photographs looking for sand and grass and stars. I took time to marvel at the variety of unique flowers and wonder at the shapes of many individual leaves. But flowers and leaves aren’t mentioned in this stanza of the poem.
I don’t take many landscape pictures. Nevertheless I found a few photos that sort of reflect the fifth stanza of Service’s poem. Hope you’ll take a moment to wonder or marvel or thrill – not so much at the pictures but of the memories you have of a sea-shore, a meadow, and the night sky.
This is another in 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, the third is here and the fourth is here.