Here’s The Thing About Life,
It Is A Miracle.
No Matter What You Believe,
Once We Get Past Your Particular Interpretation,
Of What The Word Miracle Means,
I Know That We Will Agree,
Life Is A Miracle.
It May Be Wrought With Pain,
Or Blessed With Beauty,
And Those May Be The Things,
That Imprint Themselves,
In The Miracle That Is Our Memory.
But Even The Moments That Come To Us Minute By Minute,
Day By Day,
Those Events We Take For Granted,
And Consider Insignificant,
Are So Deeply Poignant,
When It Comes Time To Reflect On The Effect,
The Miracle Of It All Has On Each Of Us.
Each Breath We Take,
Automatic As It May Seem,
So Far Removed From Conscious Thought As It May Be,
Is Due Only To A Series Of Perfect Events,
Provided By Places,
Their Plants,
And People Having Developed Alveoli Capable Of Taking Oxygen In,
And Letting That Fuel The Chambers Of Our Hearts,
Which Beat Only So That We Can Love One Another So Enthusiastically…
That We Lose Our Breath At The Site Of Those We Love The Most.
Life Is A Gift We Are Given,
One That Is So Much A Surprise,
That Even When It Is Unwrapped,
And A Mother Or Father,
Brother Or Sister,
Aunt Or Uncle,
Grandparent Or Friend,
Sees The Miracle Just Delivered To The World For The First Time…
It Is—And Will Continue To Be--
A Complete Mystery To All For All Of Time.
The Joy We Are Allowed To Experience,
At Joining In On The Life Of A Loved One,
Is A Miracle Of Its Own.
We Can Never Know How Long We Have To Share With One Another,
So We Just Do Whatever We Can,
To Make Those Moments Matter Most.
Our Flaws Are Our Miracles.
Our Talents.
Our Mistakes.
Our Redemptions.
There Is Nothing About Art, Science, Music, Sex, Nature, Love, Life Or Death,
That Is Not A Miracle To Be Celebrated.
We Are Imperfect Beings.
Living In An Imperfect World.
Making Imperfect Decisions.
Living Imperfect Lives.
That Life Exists At All Is A Miracle.
That We Can Acknowledge It.
That We Can Experience It.
That We Can Share It With One Another.
There Is Nothing I Am More Grateful For,
Than Having Been Able To Share This Miracle…
With You.
It Is A Miracle.
No Matter What You Believe,
Once We Get Past Your Particular Interpretation,
Of What The Word Miracle Means,
I Know That We Will Agree,
Life Is A Miracle.
It May Be Wrought With Pain,
Or Blessed With Beauty,
And Those May Be The Things,
That Imprint Themselves,
In The Miracle That Is Our Memory.
But Even The Moments That Come To Us Minute By Minute,
Day By Day,
Those Events We Take For Granted,
And Consider Insignificant,
Are So Deeply Poignant,
When It Comes Time To Reflect On The Effect,
The Miracle Of It All Has On Each Of Us.
Each Breath We Take,
Automatic As It May Seem,
So Far Removed From Conscious Thought As It May Be,
Is Due Only To A Series Of Perfect Events,
Provided By Places,
Their Plants,
And People Having Developed Alveoli Capable Of Taking Oxygen In,
And Letting That Fuel The Chambers Of Our Hearts,
Which Beat Only So That We Can Love One Another So Enthusiastically…
That We Lose Our Breath At The Site Of Those We Love The Most.
Life Is A Gift We Are Given,
One That Is So Much A Surprise,
That Even When It Is Unwrapped,
And A Mother Or Father,
Brother Or Sister,
Aunt Or Uncle,
Grandparent Or Friend,
Sees The Miracle Just Delivered To The World For The First Time…
It Is—And Will Continue To Be--
A Complete Mystery To All For All Of Time.
The Joy We Are Allowed To Experience,
At Joining In On The Life Of A Loved One,
Is A Miracle Of Its Own.
We Can Never Know How Long We Have To Share With One Another,
So We Just Do Whatever We Can,
To Make Those Moments Matter Most.
Our Flaws Are Our Miracles.
Our Talents.
Our Mistakes.
Our Redemptions.
There Is Nothing About Art, Science, Music, Sex, Nature, Love, Life Or Death,
That Is Not A Miracle To Be Celebrated.
We Are Imperfect Beings.
Living In An Imperfect World.
Making Imperfect Decisions.
Living Imperfect Lives.
That Life Exists At All Is A Miracle.
That We Can Acknowledge It.
That We Can Experience It.
That We Can Share It With One Another.
There Is Nothing I Am More Grateful For,
Than Having Been Able To Share This Miracle…
With You.
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