Little Miracles


happen everyday

sometimes, they're too small to see;

him calling you back, them being safe, getting to sleep right away

Sometimes, they happen in the "could-have-been"

not the "was"

a glass of milk, not spilled, an important paper, not lost

these miracles

stand so small

amongst everyday life

we do not notice them.

and only

when one can read between the lines an see the littlest of miracles

can we find beauty and solace.

The End

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