I'm looking into his eyes,
the
miracle
of
birth,
the
width, of which is unsurmountable
girth, a product of where we are going and where we came,
earth, I pray and hope it blossoms, a life full of piety, and
mirth, even when lifes sadness takes its sway, I hope you still recognize its
worth, despite its transcience and spiritual
dearth, I pray you find it at last
peace, for the next miracle comes racing fast
the miracle of death
Tribute to words of wisdom gleaned from Islam (the person). We were discussing the miracle of birth, the journey of innocence into this world, and the miracle of death; the inscrutable journey, that we shall all traverse--allowing the prospect of life to cycle through generations to come, for innocence to find its way. Death is a matter of Life. Birth and Death, both thought provoking 'miracles' that enrich our sense of being and ground us back into the grips of reality.
