FEATURED: Of the Smaller Miracles
by Karen Swallow Prior
OF THE SMALLER MIRACLES
Of the larger miracles I know naught
Except what I have read—
Of nets overfilled with fish,
Of loaves multiplied by tens,
Of humans skipping across water’s waves as if they (the humans) were dragonflies rather than men.
But of the smaller miracles—
Of the translucence of a leaf backlit by sun,
Of wary ruff bristled high on a dog’s thick neck,
Of a message delivered just in time,
Of a stranger in the street holding a hand ‘til help arrives,
Of an unarticulated prayer answered even before the words can form their inward parts in the womb of my tongue,
And, last, of a loved lost thing finally found—
These are the kinds of miracles I know—
deep in my flesh and in bone of my bones.