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In Search Of Miracles

Whilst faced with dearth do we recall The sudden tendency to pray A prayer wishing for mere miracles That from privation we may be spared. And what kind, oh, one might ask, Of miracle do you ask of? The kind which cleanse the skin of lepers Or make the cripple walk? Are we, in truth, in search of miracles, Or is magic what we want?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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