It’s easy to miss
a miracle,

like a moment
of unbidden grace,
it arrives unannounced,

dropping into your life
like a soft, spring rain,
brushing your cheek with
a tender kiss,

not asking to be
the star,

just a miracle
so quiet you
might miss
it altogether,

save for the subtle shift
in the air
suddenly imbued
with a taste so sublime
you might think
it was spiced
with nectar from the heavens,

that taste, that moment
so rare,
is a miracle just for you.

6 responses

  1. Your words are a compelling and beautiful reminder to watch a small child search a field — or any other detail in our world — where unnoticed miracles are present. Or to reach back and see through our own childhood eyes. Your poem is reassuring and inspiring in every imaginable way. Thank you!

    1. Thank you, Judy. Children should be our guides for so many things. They watch and observe with such keen attention.

  2. Maureen Shepherd | Reply

    Small miracles are definitely the most likely to happen and need to be appreciated more. Thanks for this lovely reminder!

    1. Thanks, Maureen. Sometimes the smallest miracle are the most profound.

  3. I echo Judy’s thoughts and words, dear Rita.

    1. Thank you, Ellen. I wish all good things for you this day!

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