A few weeks ago, I received in the mail a book of poetry from a very dear friend. I read the entire volume on a road trip back from Denver, and my soul laughed for joy. I marked several favorites in the table of contents, but I want to share with you one of my top three picks.
Miracles
by Richard Jones
I need to witness miracles today--
a river turned to blood,
water become wine,
a burning coal touching the prophet's lips,
black ravens swooping down
to bring a starving man bread and meat,
a poor fisherman raising the dead!
I've heard theologians say
this is not the age of miracles,
but still, I'm easy to impress.
I don't need to climb out of the boat
and walk on water; I'd just like
to put my head on my pillow
while the storm still rages, and rest.
1 comment:
I like this too. I hope you have experienced a miracle lately.
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