Miracle

Through folding curves of yawning space

and galaxies of night,

what wonder that life finds a place,

and eyes that seek the light?

Oh life, sweet life, my life, great chance to taste

the joys of life before they turn to waste!

And never let a day advance

without my gratitude

for this great chance to join the dance,

and see our life renewed.

We’re nothing into nothing gone, so why

complain and whine that we one day must die?

To be, to taste the breath of life,

what miracle, what bliss?

The turn of time won’t twist the knife,

but sweetens every kiss.