Universal Miracles Poem by Annalee Somerville

It's in the darkest hours,
We search for a beacon of light,
One that brings miracles,
Healing our loved ones in the night.

In those crucial moments,
We take to our knees and pray,
That the Universe will hear our intents,
And that their illness goes away.

The skies have opened up,
Like ears to hear our prayers,
Especially in a time of need,
So we don't fall into despair.

While sitting by their bedside,
You may feel a gentle breeze,
That's the Universe taking control,
To put you mind and heart at ease.

For it's in the early morning hours,
When true miracles take place,
As the Universe fills up their body,
With healing energy, love and grace.

2020 - Windsongs Spiritual Poetry.