The Miracle

 

(Picture Credit - "God Letting Go" by PS Mag com)

 

The miracle –

To see, to feel, to touch, to hear, to smell

To be

To know I’m me.

 

A miracle repeated centillions of times over:

From the tiniest bug to the tallest tree.

So many sentient beings

Brimming with thoughts and feelings

Powerful emotion

And boundless imagination.

 

Evolution is but a continuation

From some timeless beginning

That could have created time itself.

 

Particles still wink in and out of existence –

Endless miracles beyond our vision.

All animals are just like us,

Seeing, feeling, thinking, wondering.

 

We take all this for granted

Rushing about

With our petty concerns –

Seldom taking the time

To stop

And look

At the sheer wonder

That is

Now.

 

Paul Butters

 

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