I wonder

I wonder about life quite often.

I wonder why I'm here or

I wonder what tomorrow looks like.

I wonder why my hair's not auburn and then 

I wonder why I've always wanted red hair.  

I wonder about my worth and 
I wonder if I'll change the world someday.

I wonder if I even harbor that capability. 

I wonder why the rain cleans the world after we make messes.

I wonder why we make messes in the world and 
I wonder why I want to clean up messes in all the ways that the rain can't.

I wonder why I love the Earth so much.

I wonder if my words can help the world love the Earth too.

I wonder if I will see the world and

I wonder if someone will see the world with me because

I wonder if I will ever get married.

I wonder if anyone will ever like me enough to put up with me for that long. So

I wonder why I'm single, but then

I wonder why I'd ever want to share my life or the dog I plan on having. (In reality,
I wonder why I truly do desire to share so badly.)

I wonder if it will be just me and that potential canine or

I wonder if I will have babies.

I wonder why my parents love me so much.

I wonder if my love can move my children to change the world when I'm gone and

I wonder how I'll go.  Will it be a quiet farewell or a grand finale? And even though

I wonder where I'll end up,

I wonder why I worry so much. Because

I trust, I love, and I believe in the One that many wonder about. No, of Him

I am certain.

I wonder why I've ever wondered.  I suppose it's simply that

I wonder what He has in store. 
I wonder why life is this unending and unsolvable secret, but then I listen:

"Breathe.

Whatever happens, happens.

Whatever happens will be beautiful." 

I wonder if I can change the world. 

I wonder if He'll let me. 

I wonder about this long string of wondering. Above all,

I wonder if my hair will ever be red.