The last time I checked, miracles
still happen. They happen, like the snapshots of lightening across the skies,
like the whispering of the butterflies in the summer, yes; like the smiles of
heaven upon the earth, they are quick and precise and swift. Yes, Miracles
still happen.
Miracles happen, to a soul ready
to receive, to connect to the frequency and unlimited grace of an all
sufficient God. To the one attune with the Infinite, to the one that plays no
blame game, to the one that takes responsibilities. I see her stand by the
flowing fountain, inviting anyone courageous, anyone fearless and resilient
that they may drink from the free fountains of miracles, for it flows, slowly
but surely, igniting hope, reviving weary souls. Yes, Miracles still happen.
Where ever the bird goes, it must
head home when the sun heads for the seas. When the clouds are saturated, they
break forth in rain and the Mind, the centre piece of great happenings when
laden with great expectations and when
in tune with the Infinite, with God, breaks forth and magnetize miracles. Yes,
Miracles still happen
If you have waited for your
miracles, don't give up. If your strength fails, don't faint.
The last time I checked, Miracles still happen.
Your Miracle is on the way.
