Amanda Ball Poet I do not know?

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.

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