Watching A Miracle Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching A Miracle



Soaring across open spaces, gliding on the wind
with many acres of fertilized open memories.

Watching tops of trees gently slide to and fro
in the evening of a setting sun.

Blessed once again by the solace of our Lord in
a simple daily event.

A miracle is performed before anyone realizes it
has happened.

Wednesday, April 30, 2014
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Denis Martindale 30 April 2014

A winsome poem and a gentle reminder of what a miracle this planet is.

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