Miracles

 

We all wish miracles were true

But most of us don't really believe

Do you?

And yet there are miracles

That we see everyday

When we go out to get the paper

Or when we go to play

Those little green shoots

Coming peeping through the snow

We see them in the springtime

That's a miracle you know

They've spent the winter underground

Just waiting for the sun

To call them from their sleeping state

And gladden everyone

And so I hope you will agree

That miracles are there if we choose to see

 

              -- Sandy Tugwell

 

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