Whisper of a miracle ✨️

 A hush fell soft on morning's breath,

The sky still painted dreams of night-

Yet in the silence, bloomed a spark,

A trembling thread of silver light.

No trumpets roared, no thunder spoke,

No grand parade, no echoed cheer,

Just something small, so strangely bold-

A single heartbeat drawing near.

A seed that split the stubborn stone,

A tear that turned to glistening rain,

A stranger's hand, a lanther's glow,

A whispered name through deepest pain.

It's not the fire that rends the sky,

But embers dancing in the cloud,

Not mountains moved, but softened eyes,

And kindness shaped in hands grown old.

A miracle is not a storm -

It is the stillness when we break,

The breathe we find when hope has flown

The drawn that climbs a shattered wake.

So look not far, but close, and deep-

In every wound and quiet plea,

Miracles come not to be seen,

But to remind us how to be.

                     ~ " Whisper of a miracle " challenges the idea that Miracles are loud or rare. It instead celebrates the quiet, intimate, kindness, love- that shape our lives without fanfare.

                                     ~ Kumari Tania