The Jagged Edge Of Miracles - Poem by Samah Khan
Prayer is instinctive of the lips-
Like soft petals it falls from our eyes-
Desperation intensifies the flowers to stone,
Hearts are put on trial, while prayers are tried.
And then one day-Lo and Behold! -man finds a sympathizer in God,
Who Bestows miracles upon His servant-
(As they come to Him, easy and swift)
And man is prompted to raise his tear-stricken face to the Heavens
And belatedly Thank the Lord for His Gift.
But each miracle comes with a bit of a twist-
Like each river eventually runs into a bank,
God Teaches a valuable lesson with all He bequests,
So we know where to turn to and we know whom to thank.
Perhaps if we thanked God more often for what we had,
Before begging for more than we could undertake,
God would keep from us the jagged edge of miracles-
The butter knife that could turn into a stake.
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