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Another poem that I liked- by Winifred Young. One of two I am

posting today (see previous post)




Some miracles are slow:

white lilac each returning Spring

(whiter than all detergent claims);

healing of tissue- failing that,

the spirit’s adaptation, achievement of serenity;

faith’s slow gestation- many months or years,

a lifetime even;

(and who can know how long a labyrinth of thought

the Spirit threaded

that St Paul should see a sudden light?)

awareness of Your presence

– though always there.


How many miracles in soul or body

go without recognition?

the nerve that grows, the strengthened will,

better relationships,

developing compassion.


Some miracles don’t happen, but


there are alternatives.