Tuesday, August 30, 2016


Choosing to muse on

daily miracles I miss

right before my eyes.


How can it be so?

Each one's fingerprints differ.

DNA, voice, too. 


Morning sun, night moon

exchange the view in twelve hours

so consistently.


ROY GY BIV rainbow,

blends from red to violet,

with same pattern e’er.


My arm's bleeding sore,

I wash it and keep it clean.

Body heals itself.


That dripping faucet

drops in its solemn rhythm.

Physics is engaged. 


Lack of chlorophyll 

changes green leaves to red    

after the summer.


For countless eons

this ordered world operates

by the hand of God.

Janet Thielges, OSB

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