The Miracle of Each Morning

The staccato rain on the roof
The sudden parting of clouds


The silent worship of morning
The kettle’s steamy clicking on the stove


The stellar jay defending the nest
The gang of crows flying off


The 100 bones of feet
The climbing of mountains


The slenderness of throat
The fullness of hymns on Sunday


The meeting of you
The knowing of me


I tell you, it’s a miracle
~Peg Edera, “It’s a Miracle, I Tell You” from Love is Deeper than Distance

bluejay photo by Josh Scholten

How many times each day do I wonder at the miracle that is each breath, each step, each meal, each good night’s sleep, each wakening, each song, each hug?

That it happens at all is a miracle, I tell you.

And why do we notice it most when it is no longer a given – when we have suddenly lost the daily gifts we take for granted.

So we who wake on an ordinary Sunday today,
our home and church and family not in the path of a fire,
our communities not in danger,
we thank God for His daily miracles
and pray that His people will help
comfort and care for those who weep.

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