Childhood Miracle Poems

Not so many years ago,
In the mirror, my reflection would show…
Gentle eyes, a giggling smile,
Ivory skin that looked pudgy and smooth,
Like the subtle whisper of...

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Faith is not seen,
it is believing in the unseen.
Faith does not have a taste,
it must be embraced.
Faith welcomes everyone,
some say no and run.
Faith can get...

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All this skin holds my body 
working or as a homebody 
what a miracle it is 
do not give me a quiz 
now I need...

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That small town Christmas spirit...
It grew a little brighter
just after Thanksgiving.

Garlands were wrapped around
every light pole lining the main street.
Multi-colored light strings
outlined every window.
The drug...

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In this fast~crazy and busy world,                   ...

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Have you ever thought about dying,                   ...

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In our youth and right NOW
my twin sister and I would 
slip into our very own
Emerald Doorway to a
Magical Queendom!

We often invited cousins and friends...

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Some believe in divine intervention,                    ...

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Angel in a Whirlwind

Storm of the decade descends upon the day
Torrents of howling rainfall flood the streets
Banshee winds whip trees, waves upon the bay
Gloomy clouds...

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Have you been
Take a look at yourself
What is it that you see
Are you drawn from the image or can it flee
How does one know its...

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Just crowned with thorns-crowned King of Kings for us all.
Every Good Shepherd knows their sheep-You know us all one by one. 
Saying You are the...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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All eyes are mine to choose,

and yet, these are the eyes I love.

They are the eyes that see only

the beauty of this world.

The world I...

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Where the sound of the wind whistled through the cracks in the walls and the door-sills where pots collected rain beneath a leaky roof where...

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Still Daylight
In the Dark

The days are gathering…
dust, 
and so am I. 
Not intentionally, 
but metaphorically. 

I longed to have more time. 
I dreamed I could...

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