We are each a miracle
An organic vessel
Sixty percent water
A lump of protoplasm of various construction
Formed into organs Processing nutrients
Cleansing waste
Cycling oxygen
Supported by a calcified structure
All controlled by a network of proteins
And beyond this Animated by a spark
That cannot be seen or heard or touched
Yet which propels us
To think, and imagine, and dream
Mourn and hope and love
Can such a machine
Be anything short of miraculous?
Can we look at the rocks and trees
Streams and oceans
Sky and clouds
And not see we are both part of
And unique among Existence?
Possessing the power
Not merely to reproduce
But to pass down our collective history
Expressing feeling in poetry, music, sculpture, paint
Touching the lives of generations yet unborn
Possibilities and capabilities unheralded In the palm of our hands
For we are humans
Fellows
And thus
Miracles
