Miracles Poems - Poems about Miracles

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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Oh,my dear blessed Virgin Mary, ...

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When the light of Self is fully ingrained, moment by moment in our waking state, we are from all limitations unchained, conjuring as we like, our preferred fate, yet with no agenda we wish to state. Our wish is God’s command as requested, with intent instantly manifested, there being absolutely no delay as we look on, in cave of heart nested, making magic...

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There was once a pink plaid elephant whose trunk I kissed to sleep. I won her fair and square— a coloring contest, Top Value Stamps. She slept beside me every night. Her trunk, softened by chewing. One ear, forever folding from a bent wire frame. And a stab wound— just below her left flank— a potato peeler, courtesy of my sister. Then one day, she vanished. We moved. Boxes swallowed childhood things. Grown-ups said...

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Wonders leave everyone with something to wonder and ponder, While diving under the sea, Walking down the street, Or climbing over yonder. Miracles are never indefinite but definitely definitively-forever defined Leaving everyone with nothing to ever wonder or ponder here there or over yonder.”...

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Sun slowly peeps its head in the east, Bird barbet flies towards its nest, ...

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With new procedures and techniques, doctors can now create a miracle; and none compares or is more unique than the bill that re-admits you to the hospital. ...

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1.. About five years ago i went to collect my two of my grandchildren from my ex wife`s house, Tulula then 6 Bonnie 6 months. We walked down to my daughters house. Tulula opened the back door, the step was pretty high, Tulula was inside looking at me, as i looked to the step...

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Marching into Miracles This may seem biblical It's still real and so This time, I'm Marching into Miracles What are miracles I'm glad you asked A miracle is a surprising and welcome event So divine And can't be done by mankind So, who is it done by My father in the Sky Lift his name up...

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I feel the grace of God now I feel the Spirit move in me Move inside of me somehow And now I feel so free You are a God of miracles You're a God of quiet peace Bless You Lord, bless Your name I can't wait to see Your face...

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miracles move mysteriously midst faith's momentum... my life of mirth against misery molded by God* so mighty marked with His wondrous mercy magnifies such marvel *Psalm 77:14 - Thou art the God that doest wonders: thou hast declared thy strength among the people. February 17, 2025 8th place, "YOUR CHOICE O" Poetry Writing Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/15/2025...

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Lift your voice, and sing spiritual hymns. Raise your hands, and give God the praise, and glory. Hear God, and preach the gospel. Thank God for creating you, and giving you eternal life, and not death. Everyday is a blessing from God. Be a witness, and a living testimony of God's word, and truth. No conviction of sin will harm you. Speak...

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They’d fallen in love as some young people do— so that lust might rationally increase. Their bright, valentine-red-blood fairly beat for love. It’s good that we can name a thing— describe it and classify it, so it’s out there, fact-like, in the flimsy, indefinite poetry-verse It was a day for it, as the sun, that most followed star, was a carnotite paintball-splotch against...

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I have seen what He can do Admired all that He has done It was for all the people That His race was actually won Behold my child now listen To the things I have to say Important things that you should know To tell them all one day It's that Christ is a true healer Some think it's magic but it's not To everyone...

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Love is non-mechanical it doesn’t crank, pinion or always work dependably. In cavalier moments, I thought I knew something of how it all works— it’s apertures and shafts— its grinds and reciprocations. I’d judge it’s motions work its levers, judge its spins, and address its slippery angles. You could call me obsessive but obsessive people don’t obsess this much. You could call me compulsive but the compulsive aren't this compulsive. All...

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