Miracles

Miracles,

A figment of man's imagination?

A victim of extinction?

No.

Unseen by our blindness,

As we refuse to look,

But if we did,

Astonishment.

It surrounds us,

And almost engulfs us.

We see it in all of the colors,

In the sunsets,

In the sunrises,

In the earth.

It is in the first breath,

At birth,

And upon waking from a dream.

Nature thrives on them.

I see it in the palm of someone's hand,

Lifting another.

It radiates from the warmth of a smile,

Strengthening a sad soul.

It flows from the sorrowing tears,

Mourning with another.

Its power flows through a gentle embrace,

Comforting the downtrodden.

A joyous moment in life,

The solemn moment of a beloved's death,

From birth to death, surrounded.

How many do we take time to see?

And how many have we overlooked?

Alive and well,

Miracles.

Commentary:

When we think of miracles, we are often think of the stories we are told while growing up where the events are unexplainable or beyond comprehension. It's common for most of us to grow up and believe that this is what miracles are, but because of how simple and common they are we don't see the many miracles we encounter each day. We don't need a superpower or unexplainable power to witness or even play a part in a miracle.

This poem is only a tiny sample of daily miracles that happen each day. I would even go so far as to say that just about everything surrounding us is a miracle in process. Just because science has figured out a way to explain how some things in this world work doesn't make it any less of a miracle as something we haven't figured out yet. Life itself is a miracle.