Monday, November 17, 2008
The Miracles (poem)
The Miracles
It is enough, I think,
that these things happen.
That the flowers find their way
upward and burst into
beauty
before your eyes.
That the sun came out
this morning
and lit your path
everywhere you went,
like a private lantern
going before you.
That you met someone
by the fountain
last night
while the stars
rolled overhead,
tracing their familiar
arcs
once more
in the sky.
Dorothy Walters
It is enough, I think,
that these things happen.
That the flowers find their way
upward and burst into
beauty
before your eyes.
That the sun came out
this morning
and lit your path
everywhere you went,
like a private lantern
going before you.
That you met someone
by the fountain
last night
while the stars
rolled overhead,
tracing their familiar
arcs
once more
in the sky.
Dorothy Walters
November 17, 2008
(photo by mrhayata on Flickr)
