Image credit: Angela Waye

Image credit: Angela Waye

You ask for miracles
My cupboard’s bare
There are no angels left
Just hiding there
And God has left us here
To our despair
To our despair

You plead for holy grace
To light your way
I’ve only platitudes
And dull dismay
Archangels winging far
So far away
So far away

What could be miracles
This modern age?
What the mechanics of
Wisdom so sage?
And is there any left
On history’s page
On history’s page?

You ask for miracles
When hope is gone
The sky’s too black for stars
To wish upon
And when we need the three
There’s only one
There’s only one

(c) Helen Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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4 Responses to Miracles

  1. Len Freeman says:


  2. Perfect time for a miracle…

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