Beloved Miracle

Tiny miracle of hope Extraordinary blessings Smallest dream, how great the love . To start the pitter- pat of your clock. How great the shock, when you are gone. How rare the grief the roar of the pain And then, With luck, to be blessed again to have, to hold, To give, to share, To dare the rocks and the waves again. To swim " until " you can no more,to cry out In the dark with ' longing ' , bigger than the sky. Whisper softly bringing near hope, the gentler. Spirits hear long wait, dark night Never dare to breathe until tiny fingers Pluck your sleeve and a touchyour heart With gold Never to late To dark To have a child To hold, miracle of life Precious moments Off them all, aching Whisper anguished call.