I believe in miracles.....

“Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.”

C.S. Lewis

What is a miracle?

The dictionary tells us that it is:

miracle

n miracle [ˈmirəkl]

1 something which man is not normally capable of making happen and which is therefore thought to be done by a god or God 

2 a fortunate happening that has no obvious natural cause or explanation 

                                                                                 

In the post modern world, we humans have become quite skeptical of things centered around this word.  We want scientists to explain it with a diagram and or great big words or we need some engineer to tell us how all those items work together to support so much weight.  We, the tainted and sarcastic, rarely let ourselves believe in anything associated with a miracle.

Now those sports minded individuals--

they seem to believe---want to believe and

have no problem telling the world about it:

it was a miracle,

he "caught the ball"

she "made that shot"

we scored the touch down.

Is that a miracle?

by somes definition I would suspect we say

Yes

but

We explain away,

talk away,

demystify away,

that

which we can't explain.

We rarely except it for what it is--or should I just say,

I don't.

Walking the other day,

I stopped to look closely at the pine needles

pushing forth new green spiky ends,

I stared,

stared at their make-up,

their concentric spacing

and

stood in awe of what I was looking at...

got lost for a moment

in

natural art

and

stood there hardly believing the wonder

that I myself was looking at---

Atoms connected,

bonded by something that somehow holds it all together,

colors mixing with light and water and soil,

growth,

new growth,

despite

snow and rain and ice and drought,

standing

despite of

or because of

something I cannot name or understand or see.

miraculously if you will....

Biblical stories tell us

water turned to wine,

people walked on water,

people rise up from the dead

and some of us

cock our heads,

roll

our eyes and say

"really"

but underneath

all they mystery

there is a part of us

who

wants to see it,

experience

be

covered in mystical awe and stand on holy ground. even tough most often we are afraid to go there.

Perhaps,

we humans are only able to catch tiny glimmers

of

that kind of power,

perhaps the mystery is too much for us to absorb more

than just a tiny spectrum of a smidget at a time.

a frown turns to a smile,

sun goes down,

moon shines,

sun comes up,

electrons cause a bulb to "light" the room,

hardened hearts melt,

fear turns to courage,

and

without rhyme or reason

we

every once in a while

we let ourselves hope for it,

and

open ourselves to the possibility

of what might happen

if it is so

miracles that is

and

that in itself

is a miracle

don't you agree.

i can't explain most anything anymore

the older i get

the more i know i don't know

it just is

so on a scale i can't even define

yes,

I believe in miracles

and I'm sure you all will agree

that

Big Daddy should be singing that old Barry White hit,

i believe in miracles...

since you came along

you sexy thing....

so

i cannot explain why

or what causes me to even want to believe

but

hurts have healed,

broken heart has mended several times over,

my spirit has died

several times

but yet

it rises out of the ashes

time after time.

I believe in miracles...

cause

I'm a sexy thing...

May each of you

experience

a small moment of awe and wonder

on this Wednesday....

and

experience IT..

a miracle of sort

and

claim it as yours.

blessings and hugs,

the radical rambler.....