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“Tiny Miracles” by Trevor Witt

It is hard enough to take care of myself,
Another person would be too much,
But then the dog came along, and the plant,
And my cousin’s baby. And the words “I can’t”
Slipped away from my mind. My doubt
Flowed away from my heart. Out
In the world, where all things are
Possible, I realized that I am a star,
Literally dust from billions of years
Of gravity’s heartbeats, and supernovas’ tears.

We are walking puzzles, impossible to solve,
Created by the Infinite Mystery with inexhaustible resolve.

So the next time you feel yourself starting to worry,
Remember that you have billions of years, no need to hurry.

Take each atom by the hand,
And imagine your most grandiose plans.

Tiny miracles abound,
In the spaces between the sounds.