Everyday Miracles

Divinity hides

In those tiny, dirty hands

That leave so many messes to clean up.

Divinity hides

In the bird singing in winter

That you listen to for a moment

Until your thoughts drown the holy sound.

Divinity hides

In the friend that still asks you how your day was

After a round of chemo.

We don't often see

The divinity

Because...When a miracle comes every day

We forget that it is a miracle.

We stand in awe of a sunset

Streams of mystery immersing us like baptism.

But we overlook that a kiss on the cheek

Deserves just as much awe.

God's breath is in our nostrils

Sustaining us

But we are barely aware

Like manna raining down

As we complain of our hunger.

We forget and forget and forget.

Because...When a miracle comes every day

We forget that it is a miracle.

We think that God is hiding

But really, he is in plain site

Right in front of our eyes.

In that crack in the sidewalk

With the tiny flower growing through

In the searching eyes

Of the man at the street corner in tattered clothes

Holding his sign

In that light in your window

Hands on your hands

The laughter of children at your doorstep

Bread at your table

Because...

When a miracle comes every day

We forget that it is a miracle.

Just for today

Can we breathe in our stories

Aware of the sacredness in our lungs?

Can we remember

That our heart beats...

A cadence that has kept us alive

From the moment we were born

Faithfully pulsing our seconds into years?

Can we remind ourselves

That our consciousness is the greatest of all mysteries?

Can we re-introduce ourselves

To the world we overlooked

Pregnant with life, immersing us like air?

Beauty below, above, behind, beside

That needs only for our eyes

To be lifted up from the concrete sidewalks?

Can we be more aware

That we are alive on a spinning planet

In the middle of light years of space

Than we are of problems

That we will forget in a year's time?

Can we remind ourselves

That the common is consecrated

The simple is sacred

And the things that are most ordinary

When we search them long enough

Are the things that are most extraordinary?

So dear ones,

Today, when our miracles come

(And they always do...)

May we remember

That they are miracles.