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,
Some miracles don’t happen, but
there are alternatives.