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He was brought up to think miracles were uncommon…in his parents’ eyes anyway
highly improbable, extraordinary events…something you don’t see every day…

He never thought much about it…those seeds his parents had sown
until that miraculous day…he had a child of his own.

At this point his eyes were opened…his thinking began to expand
and he found his parents view of miracles….difficult to understand.

Every time his son opened his mouth…another miracle he’d unmask
Gradually revealing themselves to him in the questions he would ask:
 
Dad, what makes the sun come up? How come clouds are white?
What are my fingers for? What make the moon change shapes at night?

Why does the wind sometime make music? Why do birds fly so high?
How do the stars stay up in the sky?  What makes tears come when I cry?

Who makes the rain? How do flowers grow? What makes a summer breeze?
How come fire is so beautiful? Why do apples grow on trees?

With each question his son asked…every query…every appeal
His father had to smile as another miracle was revealed…

Yes, he was brought up to believe miracles were uncommon…
now he thinks a different way
It took his son to help him understand…
and see miracles…
every day.

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