Miracles

You walked me ‘cross the water

You made the lions purr

You spoke and with a shimmer

The sun infused the dingy world

The trees flashed winning mouths of green

The still lake blinked and shone

But none these wonders have I seen

Though looked and walked and lived

The real miracle is

Amidst the beauty, gifts, the grace

I’ve festered something else

The opposite of worthy, praise—

sordid fears and self

And say now as John Donne:

Rip me up and root me out and make me feel
Yourself