A Miracle Complete
Crimson rose through cracked macadam
Waters flow ‘neath world-worn feet
Troubles in this life, I’ve had ‘em
Our love reveals a miracle complete
Hard packed clay can’t stop the thrust
Of desert flow’rs on this high plain
Move toward sun for which they lust
Your friendship will restore my faith again.
Some say God grows from these places
Ethereal light hid by arid day
From those myst’rious rigid spaces
Awareness. the path on which I find my way
Delicate extrusions surprise the doubtful
Thomas would have felt this pain
Until he touched the gentle crop
Whose seeds encase the bounteous ambient rain.
Your love
Your friendship
Gives me faith
I find my way
I feel the rain
A miracle
A miracle
Complete
- by Jude Nagurney Camwell
*Note- During this Thanksgiving week, this poem is dedicated to my friends, my lovers, my fellow-dreamers. I'm eternally grateful for the gift you've brought to me, each in your own way.