Poem: Miracles

Miracles are whispers on the wind,
Moments that leave our hearts pinned.
A soft touch of the divine,
In fleeting seconds, stars align.

A flower blooms in winter’s chill,
A broken heart, the strength to heal.
The moon’s reflection on a tear,
A hand that wipes away your fear.

In everyday life, they quietly weave,
A silent promise that we believe.
In the stillness, miracles grow,
In places, only the soul will know.

They’re not always grand or loud,
They dance in silence, veiled in cloud.
But if you look with open eyes,
You’ll see the miracles in disguise.

So let your heart be soft, yet strong,
For miracles are where you belong.
In every breath, in every glance,
They’re hidden in the world’s sweet dance.

Thank-you for reading.

Much love and Light,

Brenda Marie Fluharty