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Miracles

It is the everyday miracles that have the greatest influence in our lives

A baby's first response to its parent's voice
The child that searches for you in the middle of the night after hearing a scary noise
	
Losing a first tooth
Finding your first Easter egg

A preschooler recognizing their name
Sitting on Granpa's lap playing a game

A caterpillar crawling slowly on the sidewalk
Later seeing it drift by as a butterfly

A father watching his child be born
Or hearing children's laughter in the distance as a loved one is mourned

Making a friend smile
Or just knowing when to let them cry

Being pushed on a swing
A favorite song to sing

Watching a bird take a bath in a puddle
Your dog eyeing the geese flying overhead

Blowing the candles of your birthday cake
Granny teaching you of the cookies to bake

Picking a flower, jumping in a pool, raking leaves, throwing a snowball
Feeling contentment at the end of the day

May we all take the time to witness the miracles that surround us everywhere we go

Premium Member Easter's Love

Happy Easter would you please come in
Said the man at the door with a big grin

I went there with my daughter; I felt so out of place
You see all my life all I had been was a damn disgrace

Then I learned of the act that was the world’s greatest loss
I couldn’t believe man had nailed the Son of God to the cross 

The reason he stayed nailed to the cross was clear to see
He was held up on that cross by his love for you and me

As I slowly departed from inside of Church that day
I received a blessing and looked at life in a brand new way


Written for Brian's Contest

An Easter Rising

An Easter Rising

Poetry by priests? 
Who gives it more than mock attention?
We read their poems, yes,

author first, then the title,
finally the verse itself. 
Not much, except for Hopkins.

We wait for Rome, you see, 
to give us in addition to its saints
one more decent poet. 

A sot once said
“When things get bad enough,
you will see a Celt, 

armed with a quiver of poems, 
ride flaming out of the hills,  
soaring over the lakes,

wearing a rainbow for a Roman collar.” 
Things are bad enough right now by half. 
We need to hear his gallop now.

Donal Mahoney


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