Small Miracle

We live in a time and place that’s difficult to understand.  Writing stories or poetry puts our existence on paper (or the computer screen or cellphone) and helps us understand.  The thought of God is comforting.  He is not male or female, he is not human, but the Great Creator and Being.  We might not know Him, but He knows us.  Here is one of many poems I have written about God. 

Small Miracle

I live between spinning galaxies and orbiting planets,

between rotating electrons and creeping molecules.

I am a small miracle in the mind of God,

His maidservant.  Her daughter.  His seer. 

I sing His praise, I shout Her love,

I ponder the mystery of the Great Being

Who covers me with love.