THE MIRACLE

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Across the sky of twilight dawn

A vague evidence of luminescence lingering

Brings mysterious curiosity

Of a universe beyond my reach

So infinite it easily consumes my limited imagination

  

With the vastness of a stellar constellation

And the preciseness of its meticulous order

I can find within my own mind

No sense of uncertainty, but rather the knowledge

Of an existing and sovereign plan to this creation

 

Gazing my eyes upward

I feel a sense of my very being

Engulfed in its infinite mystique

As the vast darkness reaches inward

Toward the farthest edges of my mind

Filling me with a certain warmth that can not be described

As I stand alone, staring, ~ entranced almost ~

There is a coolness in the air that causes my breath to mist,

I see before me a glowing stellar light

That above all others seems to call out in simple humility ~

To be remembered…to be thought of…

 

It is this glowing mystery of creation

That brings to me a sacred reminder… of another ~ so long ago

That served as direction for those so blessed – as to witness the Miracle...

The Miracle that would forever change, so simply…

An ever complicating world

 

          I close my searching eyes and try as best I can

                 …To picture within my own mind

                          ~ The night that birth was given to a King ~

How the angelic hosts must have sang with joy!

On that most silent of nights, in a humble manger…

Warmed only by hay and animals gentle breath

 

A night when Peace did enter this world as flesh…A gift so freely given…

I try to imagine the mist that must have also come from His breath,

As gifts were given by some of the mightiest & most powerful of men

Who on that night… could stand only in humble awe…

Gazing in silence, with tear filled eyes ~ at the Miracle…

                                                                                 

As I open my eyes, I can feel the dulling pain rising in my throat

And the chill, as the wind brushes my moistened face ~

Allowing myself to give in to this,

I feel my very soul warmed by His majestic hand…

 

Standing still…weeping…

I know that I am not alone ~ for my Father stands with me,

His gentle voice speaking to the secret place of my heart…

 

         ~I will show to you my child, the universe which I created…

 

                     I will reveal to you, it’s mysterious wonder… 

 

                                   And the star…it is a reminder…

 

                                            ~ That the Miracle is with you always~

                                                                                   

Rebecca Balko

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