Miracle Divine

In the midst of great turmoil and strife, There is a force manifestly to be heard…seen….touched A voice—ever so soft… yet loud enough to break mountains at their base It can make a grown man cry—can distort the finest face Lead the mother eagle back to its nest… Run its hands against a tumultuous sea to rest… Shedding tears of empathy when the woman, With child, is seen- alone…sore. . . distressed With mind enduring beyond mortal endurance With arms stretching across the universe of opportunities and darkness With eyes blossoming like those crazy sunflowers reaching to the sky… Suddenly… you will feel its yellow fires It is the very storm that knocks us down To the depths of humility...patiently waiting for the perfect time to strike, It comes like an earthquake and tremors the very soul into action... It is the war of mercy that will devour to create and rejuvenate! It tells the geese to fly south, whispering them in the right direction... It is the soft growl of the lion that wakes its babe to safety... Like music, it can soothe, or agitate, Its rhythms changeable…forgivable… When you take a wrong turn, a dissonant chord harsh as lightning will expel Suspended in the air—colors more mysterious than hell And when you love—oh how sweet love carries cherished lips cosmically…. A smile of the most precious melodies ring New colors—see it, new colors shall spring What this light truly means is to be revealed Only for the precious few who listen and truly feel Wrapped in the soft ribbons of love beyond all mortality Beyond space and reality Beyond the very tip of the mountain, That never had to be touched to be brought to its knees….. Not once did this force ever have to take the woman by the hand And say with conviction… “everything will be okay….” Because phenomenally… she would simply hear it in melody, Inspired by the blazing sun of a newly dawned day- Freshly caught tears of joy priding the lonely spider’s web For Justin Bordner’s Divine Intervention Contest Thank you, with love, Laura