Miracle Poems | Examples of Miracle Poetry

If you believe, as I do, in fairy tales…. then believe this message from Little Jack Horner…. who with only his thumb discovered miracles can be found in the most unlikely of corners ...

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Do not stare in unbelief Or marvel at the moment of a miracle Rather stand in complete relief That energy has shown itself completely In metamorphic perfection Metamorphic elements in pure perfection Evolve and become the seeds The next stage of evolution Be not in a state of amazement But content in each moment of the process ...

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The morning woods were crackling with unknown sounds. Then I heard a rustling sound in the leaves. The sound of footsteps was getting louder, It wasn’t a something, it was someone. Suddenly a large man fell to the ground. His leg was bleeding; all he said was “trap”. Cool water from my canteen brought him back. A small trap, it hadn’t broken...

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Let every whispered wish take flight, Each prayer cast upward through the night, Let none be lost, let none decay — But turn their path another way. Let not the stars alone receive, Nor winds forget what hearts believe, For every tear and silent plea Now folds its wings — and comes to me. Let cries for peace, for love, for bread, Not vanish...

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Let it be known— this is where I rose. Not from victory, but from void. Not from praise, but from prayerless nights with no answer. I rose not like sunlight, but like stone breaking through its tomb. Not like wind— but like silence that chose to speak. This is where I shed the skin of survival. Where I buried the man who begged for belonging. Where I kissed the...

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At the hour of 10:10, and again at 15:15, I stood—barefoot—upon Mother Earth. And I gazed. Not with the eyes of flesh alone, but with the soul’s unblinking truth. There—before me—was Ra, the Eternal Flame, not merely a star, but the whisperer of secrets, the awakener of the sleeping god within. The light poured into me— not warmth, but memory, echoes of a time before forgetting. He spoke...

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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Each in their box, we lay The same inseparable us Still many of miles away Voiceless and out of sight Out of memories too From darkness into the light Our messages passing through One day we shall return In full ignorance who we are Life’s ethereal, it cannot be learned It’s the light of the extinct star Though we are...

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My cell phone rings, and my watch display shows that it’s my mother calling. I press the connect button on my steering wheel and immediately my Mums weak Scottish lilted voice fills the cabin of my car. Such sweet music emanating from my speakers, better than any song. I instantly smile and shout: “Hello, can...

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Many believe there are angels among us. Where do these angels come from? Are they manifest from among us? If so, how does it happen? A being in the physical state seeks the source of its being. It looks within its current form for the essence of its being. Determining that that essence is Spirit in form, it decides to align itself with the...

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There is a a me and not~ me and not are not 2~~...

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(with the understanding that these words do not appear in this blank space, what remains is what this is, and what we are and not even~~~)...

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(A Mystical Symphony of the Eternal) I am OM— The breath before breath, The silence before sound, The stillness before time began. I am the Sunday that was, And forever shall be. The womb of light, Where galaxies are dreamt and born. The hum in the heart of stars, The whisper between atoms. I am within, And I am without. I am the unseen fire in your soul, The...

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Through dusk’s shadows they soar, flickering evening lights, flies flashing cold fire, bugs unleashing lightning, micro-luminescent, miniscule miracles. Though fainter than candles, clustered firefly flocks flash brighter than stars in summer night skies, sparking joyous wonder, fluttering till sunrise. In our darkened world, can we shine like them, glimmering in the gloom, gifting goodness and hope for all those who grieve until a new dawn? (First published in Feed the Holy, 19 March...

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Gravity bends, time pauses Oversimplification Digestion decay...

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Today I’m grateful for butterflies and luna moths… how they easily deceive the naked eye…. How when we see them for a moment we believe… there are flowers that can fly....

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