A Hundred Million Miracles

The promise of nectar. Photo by Wyxina Tresse on Unsplash

Listen as the trees whisper and bow down
Spreading their branches before you
To brush your face in their canopy of leaves.

Listen to your body’s rhythm and flow,
The pulse of blood flowing through miles-long corridors of veins
To feed cells that are cooperative living systems of microscopic organisms
That work together so you can run, play catch, and dance.

Let us not examine the mind too closely, as it is wont to do,
Breaking it down into its component parts,
So we can understand how we form sounds into language 
That communicates symbols across boundaries of skin and geography and time.

Let us simply admire the complexity that allows us to ponder our mortality,
The infinity of the Universe,
The beauty unfolding at the golden center
Enclosed in the deep red velvet petals of a rose.

Listen to the song of creation wafting deliciously on the air with our morning coffee.
Too fast for our eyes to see, too ephemeral for us to touch, too vast for us to perceive,
Miracles are being woven—popping, sizzling, exploding, flowing all around us,
In us, through us, before us, after us, for all time.