Miracles

Miracles

Oh, mankind, we are blind!

They happen all around us

But we expect fireworks or magic

We look for the glaring, the great,

The fantastical!

And we forget the simple

The common, the unappreciated

Should the greatness

or the scale of something

determine its value or worth?

The world will tell its pretty lies

and its terrible, hideous truths

So we’d rather accept the lies

than take the truth

and try to make it better

Don’t let reality

-or fantasy-

steal our little miracles

Our smiles, our words, our life!

And our beautiful love

Reality twists even love

and fashions its counterfeits

Reason and science

scream their rules

and Thomas will keep his doubts

The world will shout its structure

and its chaos

and try to take our miracles

But miracles will always exist

for those who recognize them