I’ve been looking for miracles in all the wrong places
where nutrient rich soil was never there
where the ground was barren and rocky and bare
where weeds choked the stems that pushed from below
that strangled the plants that dared to grow.
I’ve been looking for miracles in all the wrong places
wherever it slips and slides, hope can’t take hold,
seeds can’t flourish
in Antartic cold.
The miracles I was seeking
only grow in the light
and can’t live where the air is foul
Where shadows fall
And demons prowl
But now…
Now, I’m looking for miracles
In all the right places
Ideal conditions
Not too far
Watered with kindness and patience and love
That’s where my miracles are.
Things In My Head 