One calls just because
he was thinking of me.
Another, to say he’s concerned
about someone,
is helping any way he can,
and asks if I will pray, knowing I already am.
Another to cry, to weep deep,
over children being killed in war
because it’s OK to cry with me.
Another to say, “Thank you, Mom.”
These miracles care about
making a difference.
They don’t care
about getting a better car
or better clothes.
They spend their money on groceries
for someone else,
plan trips to other countries
to do what they can to help.
Sometimes I think
the world doesn’t deserve them.
I don’t deserve them.
But that’s what the best miracles do.
They show up,
undeserved, because of love,
and make a difference.
For Mary’s prompt: Miracles
National Poetry Month: Day 3
"These miracles care about making a difference."
ReplyDeleteWow! So many miracles. You are loved and love spreads out into the world because all your children carry it.
"These miracles care about making a difference." -- Sometimes a call from someone can make all the difference in a world. And yes, we are thankful that miracles show up in rough times and make a difference! An inspiring poem, Jennifer.
ReplyDeleteThis is great and such words of caring love for others. Yes, they do make a difference. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThis poem, and the story it tells of such wonderful, caring, AWARE people, makes me feel good about the world this morning. Absolutely beautiful, Jennifer.
ReplyDeleteAmen to all of that!
ReplyDeleteI like to think that they’ve had the greatest example of love and sacrifice right in front of their eyes their entire lives. Love you.
ReplyDeleteChildren are miracles. And we are lucky to have them!! Thank you. annell
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and timely. Very much so.
ReplyDeleteThe redemption of cell phones. Exellent.
ReplyDeleteThe miracle of a cell phone that keeps our miracles close. There's much to be grateful for.
ReplyDelete"These miracles care about
ReplyDeletemaking a difference."....And these miracles have kept our world intact; have saved it from being fragmented. Sweetness exists because of them. Love every word of the poem. Beautiful.