The Unrecorded Miracles

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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