People ask for miracles

They want God to prove he’s there

Miracles are everywhere if you care to see

They are happening even as you read this sitting in your chair

How do you explain the sun that rises?

On the horizon unfailingly each day

Or beautiful flowers springing out of stony crevices

Gently in the breeze they sway

How do you think you experienced yesterday

And can look forward to a new tomorrow

Or that happiness sandwiches each slice of your sorrow

How do your wounds, no matter how deep, eventually someday heal?

Or that you can see, smell, hear, taste and feel

How do you explain that around you are people who love you and for you care?

Or that the fact that you have survived, many a serious scare

These are just a few of the miracles

There are many more if you care to see

I believe in miracles

They have happened to me.

~Mayuri Sharma~

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