How Many Are the Works
How many are the works, all made in wisdom; the earth is full of such abundance.
Have I not yet lost the capacity to marvel at the abundance of the world?
📝Reflection
Before the variety of the world, the poet simply marvels — how many they are. This marveling is the language not of knowledge but of wonder. A child is amazed by a single ant, while an adult shrugs at the cosmos. The more we know, the more we forget how to be amazed. So it was with me; familiarity painted the world gray. But eyes that see the familiar afresh, as if for the first time, are the true name of youth. The structure of one blade of grass, the flight of a single bird — if I can still marvel at how many and how intricate, then life is still new to me.
🌱Apply It Today
Today, look for thirty seconds at one thing you pass by from familiarity — a tree, the lines on your hand — as if seeing it for the first time.
This verse is read as universal humanistic wisdom, not religion — no faith is promoted, and the reflection is 100% original ONGO content.
