Every moment is a miracle.
How the bird swoops,
how the snake sidles,
how the arch of amaryllis leaf
sculptures light gracefully
here above my desk,
how my lover picks a rose
and brings it to me so I may 
breathe it in,
a miracle,
breathe out,
a miracle.
What else would you call this?
This that allows me
to see, to touch, to smell, to ponder...
all miracles!
It is a miracle that we can raise our
hand, our pen, our voice.
What happens then,
whether we embrace, encourage and sing
or strike, condemn and swear,
that is how we choose.
Choose to open our eyes to the miracles
or close our eyes,
choose to expand as part of them
or to contract apart from them.
Still, they will pour down on us,
express though us,
remain in us.
We are miracles.
We cannot resist that
but recognizing it,
flowing with it,
letting it be there
in each other's eyes,
opens our perception
to seeing,
opens our hands
to performing,
opens our hearts
in gratitude
and makes every moment
a miracle.

June 16, 2004