Miracles.

Adored to the end, and stitched
to the last,
Caught in the wind, isn't it a
blast?

Shocking satisfaction without
the need,
Just want and patience, sowing
every seed,
Just another, the other, gladly
does it bleed,

Stabbing the depths of this
soul,
Gazing true and mending it
whole,

Up to that sky thankful in every
breath,
Experiencing rebirth in every
little death,

Joyful to the pore, alas, to
the very core,
Dancing feats galore,

Miracle in the moment, that
moment you showed up,
Worry dissipated, comfort in
a tea cup...
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(C) D.C. Chapman
09/09/2013