Grace

Miracles

Come on Fridays

Wearing cute clothes

And big smiles

They come from yesterday

And the events

We cannot forget

But which we now see through

The beautiful dark shining eyes

Of this new day

Miracles

Are young women

Who walked

Through the storm

Holding each other’s hand

Who waited

Through the night

For a sunrise

We feared would

Never appear

Miracles

Are Dreams

Hoped for

But statistics

Tell us

Will not happen

Somewhere beyond

The river

The Graceful One

Dances

Miracles

Come on Fridays

With stories of

Once Upon a Time

And this very moment

Tears and Laughter

The resurrecting beauty

Of love that

Never gives up

Is always here

Love that brings us

Home again

I fall on my knees and

As the old song sings

Cry Holy

Amen.

For Laura and Becky

with an everlasting love.

You are miracles!

I love you!

Christie Smith Stephens

November 20, 2010