Why, who makes much of a miracle? <br />As to me I know of nothing else but miracles <br />Whether I tread the moonlit path, <br />Or hear the first cry uttered by a new-born baby, <br />Or ponder over the journey from infancy to death, <br />Or see the thirsty earth being satiated by the cool showers of rain, <br />Or listen to the mellifluous tunes pouring forth from a flute, <br />Or being awakened byt he cockadoodling of a cock at dawn, <br />Or see the beautiful colours of the rainbow adorning the sky, <br />Or feel the power of the wind shaking up the droopy leaves, <br />Or marvel when two strangers fall in love, <br />Or wonder at God's presence when He answers my prayers. <br /> <br />Every muscle in me is a miracle! <br />Every dropp of blood in me is a miracle! <br />Every strand of hair of mine is a miracle! <br /> <br />A miracle is happening here and now, <br />If only you could see, <br />Every creation is a miracle, <br />Like this world, these words and I.<br /><br />francisca simon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/miracles-based-on-walt-whitman-s-miracles/
