The Shape Of Wonder Poem by Paul John Sastrillo

I have questions swirling deep in my mind,
Not chasing answers, but patterns to bind.
To name the source is to start the course,
To seek with patience, not with force.

Where meaning blooms through life's inquiry,
Flow like water through pain and mystery.
Questions are lanterns that light the unknown,
To wonder is pleasure, uniquely our own.

What, who, when, and where
The surface truths lie waiting there.
But why, how, do, and does
Unveil the soul of joy and trust.

Let the questions echo through time and space,
Not to solve, but to gently embrace.
For in the asking, we learn to see
That truth lies not in answers, but in mystery.