Miracles Are Everywhere Poem by Bonnie Shipman

Miracles are everywhere.
They seem small to us sometimes, but a miracle is a miracle, which means amazing...

And bigger than we think

A tiny braid in the baby's hair,
A ring of solid gold,
A silvery shell from the sandy shore,
A hand for me to hold,
A skinny tree, unplanted,
A hole in dirty soil,
A perfect match,
A chattering family,
A pair of matching ears,
A time for silence,
The depth of space and stars like twenty golden moons,
The fingernail-sized forget-me-not in bloom,

These are miracles that I know.

A new and sparkling dollar-coin,
And eyelashes closed in flight to a dream,
And Mama's knee for the daughter's head,
And prayers sent out with simple faith,
And the promise of their return,
A single freckle on a creamy cheek,
A Hindu preaching Jesus' truth,
A healed mute learning how to speak,
A baby bird in a robin's nest,

A shy smile and dimples,
A cacophony of shadows: trees on water, hawk on me, earth on moon, cloud on mountain-shadows.
A harp in tune,
A perfect jewel,
Me-
carried like a baby, looking pretty or laughing