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Mirage=Miracle

It’s amazing how it all adds up

A zinnia in November? Obviously, climate change-fairies are feeling mischievous. Photo by poet

Every event contains the platform for a miracle. Marianne Williamson

Here is the church. Here is the steeple. Open the doors. See all the people. Nursery rhyme — where palms, fingers and thumbs work together to form a church

What?
Wow!
A sprout!
Zinnia,
it’s not Your season.
What have You returned to teach me?
Dry those tears, Despair?
Miracles
reseed?
Sow
Faith?

Friends, let’s harvest hope
Implant light in every pore
Bless darkness’s womb

Profess faith in clichés, become a white lotus
Orgasmed from muck, strain to embrace bright bruised skies
Eyelashes unfurled to dew-drenched astonishment
Mirrored lagoons crack, spill sand — tall palm trees seed hands

Ah, the sung, spun, stub-toed miraculousness of inner climate change!