No Strings On Miracles Poem by Patti Masterman

I think we two were born as one,
Together we have always seen
The months and years go tumbling-
So, looking back, see where we've been:

My fairy hands did soothe your brow
When you in deep perplexion stewed;
My angel touches circled round
When you the lonely, long day rued.

My words tried glimmerings of hope,
When the world was growing dim,
To lift your mood and help you cope,
And the tides of sorrow, stem.

My help was always given free,
To living creatures, plumb with soul;
I knew a clearer way, they'd see-
There are no strings, on miracles.