miracles...

When something life-giving falls from us who are riddled with want...a word of kindness or sympathy...an inconvenient act of generosity...isn't it a miracle?  

If something touched by our trembling fingers grows gold and winged, soars ... finds entrance to another human soul...isn't it a miracle?  

When a child looks you in your tired eyes and reaches a small hand, adoring...

    Isn't it...miraculous?

When a friend hears the pained confession, 

    and stays...

When we find ourselves swept off our seats in laughter, even though...

    Is it not the most welcome kind of miracle?

When work comes along, finally...

When the work is completed...

When an improbable friendship is born...

When we find a fragile opening to forgiveness...

When something lost is found...

    something broken healed...

something caged released...

When one creature carries and nurtures another in the caverns of its own body...

When the crocus smiles from snowy earth

    and strangers share a meal...

When brothers and sisters pave new ways...

When suffering sweeps over and still we see light and truth and love and hope...

When the artist creates...

When the creator loves...

When the lover saves...

And the savior lives...

    may we be moved to see the marvels of things in motion here

    the miraculous, gorgeous possibilities which rise from the ashes of "reality"

    providing what is needed for Life.