Sacred Things
Every human heart is a church,
a sacred temple, a holy mosque,
and God is found within
in measure to its love.
Some say
there are no miracles.
Look around, I say,
and then see--
A fat baby laughing,
a new cloak of silken snow,
a heart beating 90 years,
a mind seeing inside.
What is an orchid
if not a miracle?
What is love
if not the wonder
of the universe?
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