A miracle is in progress out in the yard. Despite freezing nights, despite drought in our part of the country, buds burgeon on plants that winter stripped of every living thing. The life force is stronger than all the adversity this winter has thrown at it.
Another miracle: I'm at home with the man I love on our 20th Valentine's Day. We two, who have six marriages between us, have survived everything those 20 years threw at us, in part because No Matter What we kept the promise we made all those years ago: not to run, not to stuff things down, and not to lie to each other ~ not a very elegant promise, but an effective one for us.
Poetry Jam focuses on miracles this week. The past year has been my time of learning to see the small miracles that happen in everyday life and be grateful for them.
You Could Use a Cheap Miracle
“The quality of my life is so poor –
no money,” you said, counting the obligations that
Loom, while penniless you worry –
tell, instead, the last miracle you saw, and what
It cost you. Did you view it from a window
? or did that small fire flare in your chest when
In the half-dark he reached for you even
in his sleep? The whimper of thanksgiving
Is as good as a hymn
but easily missed – better than meat
After days without food
when your soul is starving.