No Small Miracle

butterfly

Inherent in The Mystery that sketched
the universe is Consciousness, a mind
so boundless as to cross a chasm stretched
through time and space eternal, yet refined
enough to make a snowflake. As the blind
and crippled beggar huddled by the gate
of old Jerusalem, his faith aligned
with mercy in the power to co-create
a healing flow. Today, when you began
to bristle, then decided not to sit
in judgment after all, forgiveness ran
the course; benevolence flew over it.
In each embodiment of thought that spurs
a change of heart, a miracle occurs.

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cc-by-nc-nd Mary Boren, 2005