Wonderfields Poem by Sarah Persson

When we walk in wonderfields,
Do the answers spring to life?
When we talk through open wounds,
Do the scars not fit the knife?

Can we ask ourselves such questions,
When the answer's never clear?
How many times we walk through life
Being guided through a living fear.

How often do we wish to capture,
Precious moments spent,
When all around disasters mark
The date of a terrorist event.

The third world war we waited for,
Is walking by our sides
But still we walk in wonderfields
And live our yet untaken lives.