The miracle is that the mundane survives
That the world wakes up and goes to sleep again
That gravity works although we don't know how
And the world and all within it turns
Without God's active will.
The miracle is that it just happens.
The miracle is that we press on
Through our senseless losses
And pointless wins
And in our little lives
Still learn to love ourselves
And others
And our God
And do some good.
The miracle is that it just happens.
The miracle is that with open eyes
And a little trust
And the strength to smile
Each familiar face looks new each day
Each well known place feels fresh
Each day seems new
Each prayer alive
The miracle is that we survive
The miracle is that in the mundane we thrive
The miracle is that it just happens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a miracle would be that Israel pulls out of Palestine.