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.