Applaud a

merely

plausible miracle,

say,

Life,

since all its basic components
float around us,
snowflakes in a blizzard,
making it almost inevitable
that,
in this rick-o-shaying pinball cosmos,
they should meet at the same moment
in the same microscopic spot
and in tight nuclear attraction,
become.

But,

Spirit!

Ah!
Now that is a miracle to take a knee to,

a wonder like no other,
with an Intent,
pushing Will to good,
inherent in all,
existing as part and parcel,
yet,
beyond every alleged reality
Reason
might unveil.

Yeah,

now that,

That

is worthy of building a Hope around

and praising for all our days
for the glimpses It bequeaths to us,
bread crumbs scattered through
our life’s uncut wilderness,
while we trek toward
the substance we hope for
and evidence of its,

unsensed by our senses,

stuff.