How Could Miracles Occur?
What is the significance of a miracle,
simply, how could this enigma occur,
What is the depth, breadth, in understanding,
or its meaning, or the why, if you prefer?
Were we meant to be born upon this earth,
to be as perfect as we all may be,
Did we get the gift of a life so fine,
just because was by chance and is free?
How could there be an existence of a god,
the creator of it all, we may say,
After all, many things just happen, it seems,
as the night does follow the day?
Who dares to maintain that we all were born,
such a miraculous event to see,
That each child is given a place of their own,
from the roots of a family tree?
How could this small planet revolve about,
with brothers and sisters in its space,
One of a billion trillion small orbs,
and what's the reasoning, or is there a trace?
Why does the moon shine so brightly at night,
make tides to roll in and roll out,
Is there but a single ball of red clay like ours,
in a universe, we all want to shout?
Explain the meaning of evolving life forms,
the riddle of the chicken and the egg,
Is there a beginning without any end,
how did it start, for its answer, we do beg.
Scientific theories justifiably state,
all beginnings must have a real cause,
Mankind has fashioned a civilized plan,
created reasons, rhymes and the laws.
Why must we ask on every occasion for proof,
or why if all's supported by the facts,
It seems human needs facilitate actions,
With experiments and experience, it backs.
The one common thread, supported in time,
and though it's woven there, still left undone,
Every stimulus has its response, in time,
and the greatest Universe, most surely has one.
The fingerprint of each and the creator of all,
so different and this easily is to be shown,
For every mystery about us, quite unique,
and of it all, may not meant to be known.
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