Miracles

We wait for skies to tear like veils,for suns to multiply,for angels blazing on the hills,as if heaven must shoutto be real. But miracles walk barefoot in the grass.It bursts between sidewalk cracks,a dandelion uninvited yet beautifully golden.It sings the throaty song of a burbling creekchuckling over smooth stones. It lives in the bright eyes… Read more