A Silent Miracle Poem by David Harris

For Cathy Hodgson:
(Whose conversations took me from despair.)

Miracles surround us every day
and we fail to see them
even when they touch our lives.
Miracles we perceive to be
the saving of a life
within impossible situations,
but they are much more than that.

Waking every morning is a blessing,
feeling the love of another
and the far reaching touch of comfort
blessing they all are.
Touching someone who is in despair
and turning their life around
to enjoy everything that surround them.
That is a silent miracle.

Friends do not realise that
what they do and say
can paint the portrait
of someone’s future.
Nor do they realise their touch
can heal from far away.
That a miracle is silent
until its magic is revealed.

18 May 2014