Ripples
The waves of someone else's miracle
have washed upon my shores
I curse my bitter luck
for not being closer to the epicenter
But I am reminded that
a little miracle
is better than no miracle at all
One day mine will come
It will pour over me until I
cannot breathe without tasting
it's sweet voice in my mouth
My miracle will fill me
until my mouth, my ears, my eyes
become fountains of miracles for the world
The waves will ripple
into eternity
making little miracles for every shore
it touches
along the way
have washed upon my shores
I curse my bitter luck
for not being closer to the epicenter
But I am reminded that
a little miracle
is better than no miracle at all
One day mine will come
It will pour over me until I
cannot breathe without tasting
it's sweet voice in my mouth
My miracle will fill me
until my mouth, my ears, my eyes
become fountains of miracles for the world
The waves will ripple
into eternity
making little miracles for every shore
it touches
along the way