Momentary Miracles
Perhaps we should speak more of the miraculous,
the wonderful unexpected, and delightfully ordinary.
Easy it is to write of darkling moods, none are immune,
yet all are capable of seeing miracles flashing out
of a mind veiled by gloom.
Accept gladly the holy vision
that shines through our own divinity,
sure signs that proclaim
we are here to discover
the wonder of ourselves.
This beautiful cruel world, see how it turns
following the line of our sight?
The spider and the ant are jewels of our creation
we had masked our eyes from their holiness,
neglected the majesty of the small
and inconsequential.
See the baby in your arms that was you?
You brought that babe to your life,
owning your own potential for bliss.
The flowers and the thorns
are the marks of your spirit
images that make no distinction
or order of difference.
God's blessing are pouring;
at any given moment,
love is falling head over heels
in love with you.
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