The Miracle
| There is a majestic quality- In everyone for all to see. Some keep it hidden, some never realize- The magnificence they hold in others' eyes. Ah, yes, life itself is the gift. Though the memory, itself, Time doth sift. And some might think the reverence gone- As those we love one by one pass on. But the intricacies Fate doth weave- In commemoration for all who grieve. Are the blessings given to rebirth- From souls no-longer of this earth. At first notice I came undone, My father staring at me through my son. But, now, in joy I ascertain- Through him, my father lives again. I look to heavens' resounding grace- Renewed appreciation of life and my place. Knowing as each newborn child opens their eyes- The miracle continues, no one really dies. |
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