I read today's lenten gospel passage, John 2:1-2. The story recounts how Mary strong-armed her son into performing the first recorded miracle at the wedding feast. I considered the passage, and this is what came. Enjoy.
The Unrecorded Miracles
These are the secret miracles:
the boy at the window greeting the sun before its eyelashes opened over the mountain;
dirt drawings of simple birds, his blowing of that dust to flight;
the neighbor widow's full flour sack, oil jar, her house rich in bread and laughter;
His tiny hands above my belly, how a word stopped the bleeding as he wept with me
for my son, his brother; his tears blotting my feet, hem drying tiny baptismal pools.
I've carried these like water in jars, waiting for the word to age memories into wine.
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