Unfolding Miracles

Sixty-four and one half years,
          That is how long I have lived.
It is only now I realize
          The gifts life intended to give.

Gifts that were mine for the taking.
          But, I could never quite see
My eyes would not keep their focus
          On promises waiting for me.

Right from my very beginning
          When I could only cry.
Miracles were unfolding
          In front of everyone's eyes.

But, few were aware of the grandeur
          Blossoming in their sight.
To some it was a natural thing.
          It happens from time to time.

Miracles rise all around us,
          But, most go unnoticed you see.
Distracted and bothered by other concerns
          Miracles pass quickly unseen.

So many children, and parents alike,
          Aimlessly drift on a shifting sea.
Content that waves should be their guide
          With no choice of destiny.

At birth a child is beginning.
          On choices the journey depends.
Decisions will govern the outcome.
          The reward received in the end.

                                                      Copyright 2013 by Layne S. Porter