Just a Miracle
I am close to my God in the outdoors
Where earth smells linger on the wind.
The wonder of creation is everywhere
And I feel my heart rest at peace.
It was in the outdoors that disaster struck
my son, a new father. He collapsed while jogging,
saved by a man on the path, a stranger then, but
I think, guided there by divine plan...
Clinically gone. kept alive by CPR,then
hospitals, medicines, ventilators and
new methods of intervention. These miracles
beyond comprehension.
So I walk now and then with my son,
In the park or on the shore. Without speaking,
we know first hand of luck and fate, and the
miracle that came our way that early spring day.
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010
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