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Everyday Miracles

Everyday Miracles

Written by Kate Hurley / 26.02.2023

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.

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You are stronger than you think you are. 

 

You, your hands dirtied with the soil where you till up the rocks of generations gone by. Your tears watering the ground, making the roots grow deep and wide while you are unaware. You labor, you dig, you claw this tiny piece of land where others buried their dreams and gave up trying. 

 

But not you. You keep going.You never give up. You see the tree in the seed, and you will fight until that tree is standing before you, it's long willowing arms grasping your hope in its branches. 

 

You are stronger than you think you are. 

 

You, covered in all your scars. Where your face was grazed with false imaginings that you were not beautiful enough. Where your hands were caught in fields of cotton when you didn't believe you were free. Where you were marked across your chest the day you thought that they left because you weren't worth it. Look closely, love. Look closely because those scars are gilded with gold. Those scars have become your crown. 

 

You are stronger than you think you are. 

 

You, dancing there with your face against the wind. Not a pretty dance, but a wild dance. A hold on for dear life to the hope dance. An I will never stop believing in your goodness dance. A shake the sadness off your skin dance. You, with your feet pounding against the ground to the rhythm of your unsurrendering spirit. With your knees soiled and bleeding from the prayers and the longings and the times you almost gave up. With your arms thrown up in surrender and beckoning and awe. There is burning against your back as you lift up your face, because your wings are returning, love. Your wings are returning.

 

Look at me and believe now. You are stronger than you think you are. Stronger than you think you are. 

 

 

 

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