Do I Believe In Miracles? Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

Do I believe in miracles?
The ones that come true.
Like the morning sun,
rising in a sky of turquoise blue.
Like the first buds in May
when the apple blossoms blooms.
Beautiful colours of pink and white
blowing blissfully till dark of night.
Like the bumble bee hopping from flower to flower.
Or the squirrel in the oak tree
collecting Winters harvest.
Like the magpies, one, two, three
showing whose the smartest.


All these things are miracles to me
for I open my heart and soul
and SEE.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .