The Capsule

The Capsule

The capsule, she saw with wonder,
Is an unguent to curb fevers of wonder

Wonder, though, is an answer to one
Prayer at a time, wonder tears flowing

At beauty, wonder a father who has
Passed’s call to remember as sages

Remember all the gifts given under
Heaven, at creative forces, at our universe

These she felt were wonders that all should be taught to hold as dear

As rain on parched soil, as clouds blocking rare, but terrible and too

Hot a sun.  Wonder one’s eyes widening
And pointing in every cardinal direction

To history’s alms giving to haggard poor.

So to wonder any vision given, to hold them dear.

James Corsale