About Miracles
A Poem
Tell me about miracles when first you open your eyes whistling wind sneaks through your windows and carries with it sparrow's song what it means to be alive don’t you feel it in your belly? Not what or who you think you are, but that beaming light deep within you I’ve been down below the bottom every hope stuck in the mud I’ve had my feet in river’s stream minnows darting between my toes I will listen for the sparrows, I will watch them through my window I will nod as the night fades and I will tell you about miracles
Yes, hope was the first thing that came to my mind while reading this. But what moved me most was how your poem shows that hope does not simply arrive gently in one’s lap — it takes resilience, and a conscious choosing of it. Thank you for this lovely poem 💕
So lovely and full of hope. 🪷