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November 24, 2010

Often in the times we live…Miracles

people tend to take rather than give.

Hope is free… doesn’t cost a thing,

still sometimes that’s taken too.

Every once in a while…

there is a magic that is seen…

in hopeless things.

When all hope is taken away…

one truth rings

We do not control the hopeless time

…just the act of the crime.

The act that gave us no hope.

This magic is often taken for granted

yet is still there regardless

Such as soft breath upon skin…

the feelings from within…

the colors and things seen…

the scent of everything…

the things that live without reason…

the freshness that comes with each new season.

All of these things are what the magic brings.

So in that darkest hour when hope can not be found

this is the time when the greatest amount of that same magic does abound

That is the time when we consciously witness the most…

the magic of  Miracles

hope …for the hopeless.

28 Comments leave one →
  1. November 24, 2010 10:44 pm

    Here is a site of treasures that I recommend for these are all great poets for which I commend:
    Thanks goes to Jingle for this site!

  2. November 25, 2010 1:33 am

    This is a fantastic poem,
    Strong imagery, clear message.
    I enjoyed it

    • November 25, 2010 3:49 am

      I thank you for your visit Richard I am glad you enjoyed it…the word miracle popped three different ways in my life and I was asked what a miracle meant to me, in one of them. Felt like I had no choice but to answer. Even though you probably don’t celebrate Thanksgiving have a happy one any way… you really have a lot to be thankful for in your talented and entertaining Blog.

      • November 28, 2010 12:46 am

        On blogland, thanksgiving feels like it is an international celebration.
        We just dont have the public holiday. ie. day off. lol

        • November 28, 2010 7:29 am

          I wish you did man… this break comes at just the right time for me it seems like and it’s a pretty good reason to celebrate.

  3. November 25, 2010 4:59 am

    That rose is a miracle, beautifully made. But the biggest miracles or magic, was watching my three children being born. But then again, when hope has run out like sand in an hour glass, when all hope is truly gone, that’s when more than magic is needed. I’ve felt the magic in love and hate. I’ve felt the miracles when hope was gone. Miracles win hands down. Thank you for sharing this poem. You can tell I dug into it.

  4. November 25, 2010 8:00 am

    Very nice presentation of hope and miracles.

    Miracles are a way of life many a times.

    Many a times when we anticipate a very poor outcome for the patient, patient improves dramatically. We simply can’t explain many situations.

    Hence we always keep hope alive as long breath is there.

  5. November 25, 2010 1:52 pm

    this is simply fabulous. So wonderful and truthful. Every word you said is true. I will keep the words in mind.

  6. November 26, 2010 4:10 pm

    very beautiful post…you hit the nail on the head with this one….without hope what does one do when one is its corner…it has to have this to get to the next level beyond this which is Trust within its belief…hope, see it is an affirmation like prayer, you had a great day yesterday Soul Bro Stuart…enjoy as well and Happy Friday to you(+)

  7. Scent of my heart permalink
    November 27, 2010 7:07 am

    Hope can do miracles, in the hope is hidden the glow of the new day! Lovely!

    • November 27, 2010 12:33 pm

      Most people do not realize that the same magic that is in hope is truly all that is left when all hope is gone. It seems that when all hope is lost is the only time when grace is truly noticed…even when it is actually surrounds us as miracles.

      • Scent of my heart permalink
        November 27, 2010 1:16 pm

        To let the hope go, means you’ve abandoned the faith in miracles, this is how I see it at least. And without hope and miracles/ even not many to happen/ what kind of world we build here? Hope for the hopeless is to keep on hope in miracles!

        • November 27, 2010 1:46 pm

          what I mean by what I say is that often others tell us things are going to happen such as “you’ll never walk again.”, “The cancer has spread and you may have only a few months to live”, or “You will never amount to anything.”. Others like to take our hope but hope is not what governs miracles hope is just wanting something to be a certain way…but faith is knowing that things all have a perfect reason that we do not know or control yet it is the way it must be and we must surrender to grace.
          I am simply saying that miracles are all around us every day…in touch ,in taste, in smell, in sight, and in the way we feel about them yet many do not see these things until they are told by others that…all hope is lost. Then, from out of the impossible the amazing happens and it is called miraculous as though other miracles do not occur constantly as our very breath.

          • Scent of my heart permalink
            November 27, 2010 3:31 pm

            I didn’t disagree with you, we are on the same page I just added a bit extra of what I think! You’re absolutely right … pleasure to extend the theme here 🙂

            • November 27, 2010 6:18 pm

              When I was reading something the other day I ran across something that describe evil in a way that used the word miraculous and it started me thinking exactly what a miracle meant to me. I thought about it for a day and sat down to write this. I wanted to emphasize the fact that we are surrounded by them and they are usually only noticed at the worst of times when things are at the point where we feel that we have run out of earthly avenues. perhaps I may not have articulated my meaning as I should and I certainly meant for no one to loose hope but this is the only way in which I could express it. I do apologize for any misinterpretations or misunderstandings. I’m off to help my friend set up for the Cancersucks concert. Peace be with you.

  8. Scent of my heart permalink
    November 27, 2010 7:07 am

    Hello, how are you?

    you are invited to join our potluck week 12 at Jingle Poetry :

    Write a poem fitting our week 12 theme (Nature, Plants, Creations & The Cosmos), post it, and link in to our potluck, you are also allowed to link in unrelated poems. we are open Sunday, 8pm, American central time.

    We value your contribution on previous weeks, Hope to see you in.

    Let me know if you have questions.


  9. November 29, 2010 5:04 pm

    Wonderful words of wisdom, hope is everything! And sometimes when all hope is lost, there is still a way through the darkest nights. Great poem!

  10. November 30, 2010 10:12 pm

    So very, very touching–so important to remember especially during this time of year when many are left feeling sad and hopeless. Thank you, Stuart.

    • December 1, 2010 12:46 am

      Yeah…Sometimes when we focus on one thing so much …we forget all the other small miracles that happen all around us. Glad to see you back from the weekend festivities!

  11. December 1, 2010 11:44 am

    Very thought provoking, Stuart.
    We humans are always wanting and wishing for something
    or other. Doesn’t hoping amount to the same thing?

    “Free from want” — Is that possible?
    A miracle is a wish fulfilled? Or does it take more?
    Miracles come in all shapes and sizes. We decide. We define.

    You mentioned grace.
    Isn’t that like getting something we don’t deserve?
    Yes, I have questions. Rhetorical? You decide.

    Grace doesn’t take a physical miracle,
    but I’m telling ya…its power can bring about
    a very physical and miraculous response.
    In the end, hope is the result of that grace.

    Peace, UT

    • December 1, 2010 1:05 pm

      Absolutely UT! you are spot on that knot;-) Miracles can be a wish fulfilled but faith that if that wish wasn’t fulfilled …it was for the best…that takes a lot to swallow. It is the small miracles that we over look each day that are taken for granted. Are they not as good as the big ones? just a little Rhetorical this morning friend!

  12. December 2, 2010 8:57 pm

    Hey Friend,

    Today my Blog turns one…You are invited for the birthday party. Hope to see you there


  13. December 5, 2010 11:41 pm

    Miracles.. dude I could do with one or two… nice write. Enjoyed your piece


    Luke @ WordSalad

    • December 6, 2010 6:05 am

      Man you got that right!…Joe Diffy said it best “If the devil danced in empty pockets he’ have a ball in mine! “… Just finished the last problem, on the last test, in the last class I need for an Associates degree in Mathematics! Can’t wait to turn this in!
      Take care Partner!

  14. December 13, 2010 9:26 pm

    This was very inspiring, really! We pray for miracles all the time… without realizing that they are all around us.. just waiting to be witnessed…
    A beautiful poem for the soul, 2z.. bravo!!

  15. December 31, 2010 3:39 pm

    Miracles, I suppose you could say that the sun rising every day was a miracle in itself…a testament to a higher power, whatever that power may be and whatever creed you follow.
    Lovely thoughtful poem, the eyes to see are a miracle of design, as is the wit to take notice once seen and experienced… xx

    • January 1, 2011 3:44 am

      Even breathing is a miracle to me…You have so many gifts I am humbled by your kind words and visits. Peace be with you.

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