Open Poetry #49 |
The Miracle |
Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
The Miracle There is a majestic quality In everyone, for all to see. Some keep it hidden, some never realize The magnificence they hold in others’ eyes. Ah, yes, life itself is the gift. Though the memory, itself, Time doth sift. And some might think the reverence gone As those we love, one by one, pass on. But the intricacies Fate doth weave In commemoration for all who grieve. Are the blessings given to rebirth From souls no-longer of this earth. At first notice I came undone, My father staring at me through my son. But, now, in joy I ascertain Through him, my father lives again. I look to heavens' resounding grace, Renewed appreciation of life and my place; Knowing as each newborn child opens their eyes The miracle continues, no one really dies. Michael Anderson 12/10/98 [This message has been edited by Michael (08-16-2014 01:07 PM).] |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Thank You Micheal, this is beautiful, as always, from you, and attest to the truth of spirit you possess. jimmy |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I have, in these my last gasps of life believe that truly "no one really dies." Of course I am nearly a 100% believer in reincarnation. This was a stunning piece of writing, my friend. ~*~ If they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Me too, Jerry! j. |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
"At first notice I came undone, My father staring at me through my son. But, now, in joy I ascertain Through him, my father lives again. I look to heavens' resounding grace, Renewed appreciation of life and my place; Knowing as each newborn child opens their eyes The miracle continues, no one really dies." Michael,I Truly loved this poem. What a wonderful emotion. To see one's father through the eyes of your son. I will always remember this.So many tell me they see my late husband in our first born son. I do not see it s as strongly as they do as I see the little things that are different. But through his eyes is a wonderful way of seeing him. thank you for this beautiful piece, jo |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
What a gift you have. You can evoke light every bit as well as dark. This poem is truly a blessing. Well done my friend. Lori |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Oh Michael thank you for this precious gift of a poem. Your wise and wonderful words bring great comfort and joy. Reads like a prayer, truly it does. |
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