|Posted by Kathleen Schubitz on January 10, 2012 at 6:00 AM|
A miracle is waiting, hidden and concealed,
Waiting for the time when it can be revealed.
Filled with hope and promise of what it soon will be,
Unseen, not heard or felt, as yet a mystery.
It's hidden in a seed, buried in the ground,
Awaiting the time when it's potential will be found.
It's also in a bulb that will one day be a flower,
And the water that will nourish it in a springtime shower.
It's contained within an acorn, and provides the destiny
That causes it to grow and become a mighty tree.
It lies beneath the snow in the winter of the year,
Then resurrects in the spring when new life will appear.
It's in a tiny cell that will divide and form a part
Of a new baby's developing lungs and beating heart.
The hidden miracle that caused the world to come to be,
God's love will continue through all eternity.
Excerpt from Beautiful Moments of Joy and Peace
© Connie Arnold