November 25–December 1 ❘ Miracles
Miracles
I’ve surveyed spun floss mountains
of cloud beneath my feet
while hurtling over earth suspended
in a metal cylinder with wings.
I’ve made new friends,
met face to face with far
distant kindred via screens
transmitting electronic visions.
I've heard ancestors whisper
their wisdom across centuries
in laden words written
on plain pages.
This must be an age of faith
for all the miracles I count
sprouting up from God’s
seed sown in this world.
Even those yet unaware
are instruments in His hand—
plows leaving deep, rich furrows
for the planting.
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