The miracle -
To see, to feel, to touch, to hear, to smell
To be
To know I'm me.
A miracle repeated centillions of times over:
From the tiniest bug to the tallest tree.
So many sentient beings
Brimming with thoughts and feelings
Powerful emotion
And boundless imagination.
Evolution is but a continuation
From some timeless beginning
That could have created time itself.
Particles still wink in and out of existence -
Endless miracles beyond our vision.
All animals are just like us,
Seeing, feeling, thinking, wondering.
We take all this for granted
Rushing about
With our petty concerns -
Seldom taking the time
To stop
And look
At the sheer wonder
That is
Now.
Paul Butters
© PB 11\7\2021.
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