Miracles Unnoticed

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The mountain stream will set its course

And flow, unerringly,

Until it splashes on the sand

That’s washed by the salt sea.

 

There is a rhythm to the world,

A perfect symmetry,

That is so obvious, and yet,

We don’t see it clearly.

 

It isn’t that we do not look,

Familiarity

Obscures the view of marvels that

We see so routinely.

 

Yet, miracles that prove His hand

Composed this symphony,

Uplift the heart when we, at last,

Open our eyes and see.