Miracles
Though science explains away awe to an emptiness,
reasoning, why rain falls,
or how the sun sets, to the West;
Still, it is of no less miraculous to me!
Rather, more so, for having seen the revealed magic
ito Gods slight of hand.
I am assistant to its majesty, re-creating,
each moment, on the celestial stage,
privy, to the mystery of it’s' miracles:
For now, I know why the baby is born
Or Spring flowers bloom.
Why the sun dawns,
or slips, in eclipse, behind the moon!
Yet, still, I kneel in awe and reverence
as, once did, the neanderthal...
Copyright ©2007 John Thomas Tansey
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