Poem: Miracle

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The water is fresh.
The brushes, clean.
The paper blank.

It is a new start,
a gift of God.
available again and again.

a miracle missed
too often.

About this poem

I often refer to God as the God of Second Chances, and that is what he is, from a fresh piece of paper, to a major life transformation, the miracle of another chance to grasp our best selves, our best work, is an amazing and gracious thing.


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