CONTEMPLATION My heart is filled with a sense of wonder At the beauty I behold I wish more would sit in your beauty and ponder As they did in days of old I remember when they honored you With the rising of each moon When the wonders of life were fresh and new They forgot you all too soon They go on about their busy days Not treasuring the gifts they've got Forgetting all the old ways And moaning of what they have not If only they could stop and see The gifts you have to give And take the time to honor thee Then they'd begin to truly live