Would I like a miracle?
If miracles are oddities –
a leaf left stranded on a winter branch,
a thickened snake that never sloughs its skin
a corpse discovered more or less intact,
a single lemming hesitant to jump,
a ululating dog that howls in verse –
I would not like a miracle.
If miracles are gifts –
a June display of autumn leaves,
a clear sunset after two days rain,
a dog thought dead returning home,
a piper heard across a twilit park,
a space preserved while ice floes close –
I would like the greatest gift:
to live until I die.
Andy Hamilton SJ