The Miracle
Stealthily
it comes
in whispers
a smell
a taste
an unexpected view
a draught through a crevice.
In a sneeze or snuffle
it flows
unseen
unheard
yet present.
Silent gentle
an angel’s touch
here now
soon gone.
A ray of light,
a pattern on an icy window pane
illusive but present.
Yet in stillness
we touch it
in the space
within us
around us
in floating cells.
Seek find
touch savor
the miracle that’s you.
Copyright © Margaret Okubo | Year Posted 2006
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