This poem originated as a challenge from a friend to write a piece containing the phrase, "the miracle continues".
There's only one "unexplained phenomenon" I have experienced in my life I would deem miraculous. Witnessing my deceased father's gestures, attitudes and facial expression in my now 8 year old son I first found kind of spooky.
Now I see the gifts we all have to give in life is why life, itself, is deemed a miracle.
This poem originally was published in Poems on Life - Family Poems
The Miracle
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There is a majestic quality- In everyone for all to see. Some keep it hidden, some never realize- The magnificence they hold in others' eyes. Ah, yes, life itself is the gift. Though the memory, itself, Time doth sift. And some might think the reverence gone- As those we love one by one pass on. But the intricacies Fate doth weave- In commemoration for all who grieve. Are the blessings given to rebirth- From souls no-longer of this earth. At first notice I came undone, My father staring at me through my son. But, now, in joy I ascertain- Through him, my father lives again. I look to heavens' resounding grace- Renewed appreciation of life and my place. Knowing as each newborn child opens their eyes- The miracle continues, no one really dies. |
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