Below is the poem entitled MY MIRACLE, MY ANSWERED PRAYER which was written by poet
MacMillan. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Miracles are as real as bone and flesh,
Our small world is full of the unexplained,
In waters cold and with each hopeful breath,
I prayed for a child with words unrestrained,
Kneeling to waves till their tows were ingrained.
The sky sympathized with burdened, dark clouds,
My longings were told to rough winds, out loud,
Your will be done, God, but I’ve love to give,
This servant bows low, no longer too proud,
To humbly ask that my dream at last live.
ABOUT THIS POEM
This is completely true. After sixteen years of infertility, I ‘heard’ a voice deep inside say, “It is time.” I immediately booked a vacation for myself and my husband to Port Elgin, Ontario. It was September, and Lake Huron was cold. People no longer swam. It was a week of rain and storms. Each day I would get up, walk to the beach and swim, as locals wearing raingear would walk their dogs on the boardwalk and shake their heads at me. Each morning, I’d swim and talk to God. I’d pray to Him, tell Him I had heard Him, and that I was ready to be a mom and that if it was His will, I would be the best mother I could be. I returned home and when I took my pregnancy test two weeks later, it said positive. The picture above is NOT mine, but mirrors what greeted me each day and where I rolled with the waves and felt God’s presence. I told my husband, even before we got there, we would be making a baby. I was that certain. After sixteen years, I still believed. This truth I must speak. I am beholden to my Maker who gifted me with a precious girl. AMEN!