“Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.”
What is a miracle?
The dictionary tells us that it is:
n miracle [ˈmirəkl]
1 something which man is not normally capable of making happen and which is therefore thought to be done by a god or God
2 a fortunate happening that has no obvious natural cause or explanation
In the post modern world, we humans have become quite skeptical of things centered around this word. We want scientists to explain it with a diagram and or great big words or we need some engineer to tell us how all those items work together to support so much weight. We, the tainted and sarcastic, rarely let ourselves believe in anything associated with a miracle.
Now those sports minded individuals--
they seem to believe---want to believe and
have no problem telling the world about it:
it was a miracle,
he "caught the ball"
she "made that shot"
we scored the touch down.
Is that a miracle?
by somes definition I would suspect we say
We explain away,
which we can't explain.
We rarely except it for what it is--or should I just say,
Walking the other day,
I stopped to look closely at the pine needles
pushing forth new green spiky ends,
stared at their make-up,
their concentric spacing
stood in awe of what I was looking at...
got lost for a moment
stood there hardly believing the wonder
that I myself was looking at---
bonded by something that somehow holds it all together,
colors mixing with light and water and soil,
snow and rain and ice and drought,
or because of
something I cannot name or understand or see.
miraculously if you will....
Biblical stories tell us
water turned to wine,
people walked on water,
people rise up from the dead
and some of us
cock our heads,
our eyes and say
all they mystery
there is a part of us
wants to see it,
covered in mystical awe and stand on holy ground. even tough most often we are afraid to go there.
we humans are only able to catch tiny glimmers
that kind of power,
perhaps the mystery is too much for us to absorb more
than just a tiny spectrum of a smidget at a time.
a frown turns to a smile,
sun goes down,
sun comes up,
electrons cause a bulb to "light" the room,
hardened hearts melt,
fear turns to courage,
without rhyme or reason
every once in a while
we let ourselves hope for it,
open ourselves to the possibility
of what might happen
if it is so
miracles that is
that in itself
is a miracle
don't you agree.
i can't explain most anything anymore
the older i get
the more i know i don't know
it just is
so on a scale i can't even define
I believe in miracles
and I'm sure you all will agree
Big Daddy should be singing that old Barry White hit,
i believe in miracles...
since you came along
you sexy thing....
i cannot explain why
or what causes me to even want to believe
hurts have healed,
broken heart has mended several times over,
my spirit has died
it rises out of the ashes
time after time.
I believe in miracles...
I'm a sexy thing...
May each of you
a small moment of awe and wonder
on this Wednesday....
a miracle of sort
claim it as yours.
blessings and hugs,
the radical rambler.....