Photo by W.L.M
My friend said...
"I don't believe in miracles."
I believed I had a losing.
discussion with this man,
a' comin' up...
I said:
You are a miracle...I am...
The sun is a miracle
clouds and rain...
Having friends along the
Journey is a miracle...
Have you thought of---
Singing birds, little
puppy dogs and jumping
frogs...
Trees and leaves, of all kinds?
How about wonderful wives
and little babies
with their little fingers and toes,
and first two lower
front teeth...and first giggle...
Remember our mothers
who nursed us thru
measles, mumps, sore throats...
and always cooked for us?
And dads, who taught us all
manner of things
and took us fishing and stuff...
Have you thought about---
the miracle of Freedom,
and how lucky we've been
in the good old USA ...
The mountains and the hills,
the rocks and the rills...
The fish, that jump and the
hawks that soar...
And running and jumping
and competing in sports
and your body is made
to heal itself...
How can I even name a thousand
beautiful flowers---the roses,
the daisies, the daffodils...dast I
mention sunflowers and
crocuses...
"My friend," I said, "you just need
to go look at THE SOIL
and see what miracles, come
from it."
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BY MIL
3 April 17
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