Miracle Walk

Does she believe in miracles?
I think she’d say she does
For she knows just how far she’s come
From out of ‘what there was’

The girl who once took make-believe
Into her adult life
Pretending to have everything
A boss, mother and wife

Till Autumn stripped away pretense
As leaves fall to the ground
And everything she thought she had
Came swiftly falling down

And left her needing miracles.
She emerged from the rough
To find that who she really was
Was really
Good enough

A Blade of Grass

Dry Grass

Consider then a blade of grass:
it dries up in the summer
when it’s hot and there’s no rain

It might spend it’s entire forlorn life
up there on the side of a mountain
surrounded by all of it’s
equally dried out friends;
giving comfort to no human feet
and that of very few animals

But, let the storms come
and the same blade of grass
drinks in the rain ecstatically
and grows green in solar-powered regnancy

So maybe
like the blade of grass
our troubles
can fuel our rebirth