God’s got fingers making miracles.

One is a teacher.

One is your nurse.

One is your doctor.

One, a pastor.

One, your ever loving spouse.

Two are your parents.

(Yeah, Yeah… I know! That’s more than five!

So what?

God’s God,

so maybe God’s got a

miracle working

seven fingered hand!)

And that’s just the right hand!

On the other hand

is all those left,

all those intimate strangers

you just meet,

serendipitously on the street

or in the plane-seat next to yours

or in the stacks of your college library

or on a Greyhound Bus to Alburquere

or on the ticket line at Radio City Music Hall

one snowy, wintery afternoon

just in time for the 7PM curtain.

You Know!

Those incognito angels

hiding their folded wings

under woolen over coats,

whispering kindness,

changing your dark mood

into a journey towards the bright,

giving you the few simple words

you need

for hope

or joy

or a sudden clarity,

enough to rock your cosmos!

(Listen to those folks, ya hear!

They’re not here for nothing.

They’re the miracle workers, lately!)

God cuts a path into your soul

with those fingers!

Strums your slightly off key guitar

just lightly enough to harmony your day

into a melody composed for you alone to sing.

Hold those hands at every opportunity

Go wherever those fingers point.

No use ignoring the gift,

meant for only you

to open.