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Miracle

 

                                                                                            

She prayed for a miracle

some intervention

that would end the nightmare.

Hands clutched, grasping

at Heaven,

eyes squeezed shut,

looking for Help,

and unable to stop the hot

tears that slid down their

now-familiar path on her

warm cheeks.

 

Anger and Sadness battled in

her full heart.

Memories and Regret played

wrecklessly in her mind…

Fear and Dread ran through her

veins like an icy drug.

Hopelessness washed over her,

melting away any peace.

But Love of the most pure

kind poured forth in her prayers,

her soul driven to ask for a cure

somewhere beyond

the diagnosis and doctors.

 

Her fists found the wall and

knocked on an invisible door,

demanding an answer.

Her forehead pressed hard against

an unrelenting plaster surface,

as immovable as she supposed

God might be,

indifferent to her pleas.

And yet she prayed on,

without formality or propriety,

her words now reduced to

desperate, tearful, begging.

Please.  Please.

 

Then, she heard it, sweet and true –

a song floated to her from Paradise,

a memory on the wind of Love,

a prayer of praise on the wings of

a melody,

Amazing grace, how

sweet the sound.

 

My God,

my Father

my Comforter

my Savior.

I am found, and

You are with me, forever.

 

Time passed, but she was

unaware of any dimension,

lost in a far-away place,

exhausted and spent.

Opening her eyes as if

for the first time,

or as if from a long, strange dream,

she suddenly knew

that she had been heard.

 

Difficult to describe,

impossible to prove,

but certain that the mad

rush of emotions,

the tidal wave of grief,

and the indescribable

surge of desperation

had found their shore

and were as natural

as those that have washed

the sands for eons.

They had ebbed away,

but she knew they would return.

 

For now, though,

she could rest,

knowing Someone had

been there in the midst of

her chaos,

letting her pour out

so He could pour in,

filling her with His song.

 

As much as she loved

the one she prayed for,

so she was loved by the

One to whom she prayed.

But even more.

Infinitely more.

And isn’t this also

healing?

A miracle?

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