Memorize The Miracles
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Memorize The Miracles
We are illiterate to the good news.
Robin’s egg bellowing, “The sky is blue - not falling.”
Dawn whispering, “All things are made new.”
New shoots trumpeting, “The kingdom is like a mustard seed.”
And if we find ourselves blind
to crosshatch moonlight on a lake in summer.
Spit in the dirt
make medicine
wipe it in your eyes.
And if we still can’t see what the mystics believed.
We must memorize the miracles.
