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.
Copyright © Amanda Ball | Year Posted 2025
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