Evolution, a potter's wheel, Spinning life from a cosmic debris
Not a stairway or a puzzle, nature's siblings, the birds and bees
They hover along the ocean's floor in impossible neon dreams
Dazzling displays of fierce feathers on high, strutting, preening.
Yet for all the world's showcase of moss, whale or flowers
I am thrilled that I can type away as a thinking human being
I am one to recognize that to live outside of miracles is impossible
I behold a miracle in the air as I rise, breathing in my oxygen sea
A hundred billion stars lace each hundred billion galaxies
An explosion of matter culminating in your world and mine
Unwound like a clock only to find questions as to what came before
Everything is a miracle from molecules to a Mozart masterpiece
No matter how the tale is told magic and mystery abound
Persistent first cell division, behold the miracle of insistent life
Behold the teeming cities, the cultures, the colorful human
Behold the miraculous spirit, magical imagination, daring pioneers
Brilliant poem, loved every word you've written! this poem totally blends with thoughts in my mind, my curiosity piqued and imagination soaring in all directions, that in itself may be deemed a miracle I think. Your title is what drew me in being a musician - Mozart and molecules stirring my scientific intellect. Really great poem, enjoyed it very much. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
Miracle equals magic and many things can appear that way, but most have beautiful and even well understood explanations. This does not detract but adds so much more
A universe born from a single point of post-nothingness is magic. String theory is not an answer but a view of the incredible beauty of all creation.
Wow...so amazing this is really. I behold a miracle in the air as I rise. Marvelous poem shared with wise vision.10
Where peace reigns and civility is allowed to flourish unbridled humanity shines. The ghetto is the result of a break in the chain with family and community.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The greatness of the 'kosmos' described by the poetical greatness of your pen, plectra, my dear.