We Are All Miracles
Bits of buttery, pale yellow pollen
powder the inside of a pink lily.
Few will even notice
except, perhaps, the bees and me.
except, perhaps, the bees and me.
God stirs up a sunset with his own recipe.
Ingredients?...He uses only three!
Air, sunlight, and wisps of clouds
become pink and blue swirling art
displayed in the sky for everyone to see.
We are nothing but insignificant grains of sand
on an infinite beach next to the infinite sea.
Why were we deemed necessary
in this grand scheme of things?
Why were we chosen to live, to love,
to breathe, and to be?
I'm not sure why, but for whatever reason,
we are part of the plan.
Our lives intertwine with each creature, each flower, each tree.
We are all miracles made up of music, color, and mystery.
We are magic, math, beauty, and symmetry.
We are all miracles.
