A PILGRIM"S PAUSE

Had you said yes, would I have said no?
I watched you standing on the crest of a wave,
poised in the air
to strike on the sand and merge with the shore.
And that was the end of the miracle.
The truth of a miracle is the impermanence.

Miracles when they came
were never put to test.
They were gift I feared to open.
Miracles die when the moment goes by.
Dare the road, take a knife
open the edges.

Miracles do not come
to fulfill an urge,
not what we want,
what we wish to happen for us.
They come with strange messages,
prophesies of conquests we would never dream.

Miracles do not ask for acceptance.
They are not the light that beckons and forever leads,
lead to a mirage that you are never meant to reach.
They are a flash that reveals the Self,
the Self you never dared to trust before
until this moment of lightening that brightened the edges
of the terrain you traveled and stopped

Douglas Smith +1'd

Knihovna Chrášťany +1'd

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