Every Hour of every day is a perfect miracle!

 

Miracles

Why, who makes much of a miracle?

As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,

Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,

Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,

Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,

Or stand under trees in the woods,

Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at night with any one I love,

Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,

Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,

Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon,

Or animals feeding in the fields,

Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,

Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so quiet and bright,

Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;

These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,

The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.

To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,

Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,

Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,

Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.

To me the sea is a continual miracle,

The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion of the waves—the

        ships with men in them,

What stranger miracles are there?

Walt Whitman

1819 –1892

We are all miracles from God! All of us! Everything here! Miracles! What a blessing! We need to live being grateful and pray for others. We need to be positive, loving, and joyful in the Lord! We need to live this life, the miracle that it is the best we can knowing God is always with us! Walt Whitman was a great writer and captured a lot of nature, we can tell He knew God, He knew about all as a miracle in this life! To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, every cubic inch of space is a miracle! Every Hour of every day is a perfect miracle!