I’ve been patiently waiting on another miracle,

I know they’re real, I’ve seen a few before.

The stars overhead, birds lifting the air,

Quiet wonders moving past my door.

Every breath is a small revelation,

Every moment more than it seems,

If we slow our steps just long enough,

We’ll see what’s always been.

Take a moment, let the noise fall away,

There’s more here than meets the eye,

Even in the cracks and shadows,

Something steady passes by.

Miracles are moving through our lives,

In every breath, in the turn of time.

In what we lose and what survives,

There’s a current we’re carried by.

Nothing is wasted, nothing leaves,

It only changes shape and speed.

We’re held together by what we can’t see,

Still moving forward in the great unseen.

A baby born where the world feels bare,

No walls, no lights, no safety net.

Just life arriving against the odds,

A moment the earth won’t forget.

What a miracle that can be,

Strength where none was guaranteed,

Proof the flow keeps finding a way

To place what’s meant to be.

Life and death feel impossible to hold,

Time moves through us like a stream.

We think we know how the story goes,

But it’s never quite what it seems.

The struggle is real, it’s plain to see,

We all carry weight inside.

I trust the flow for the ones we lose,

They’re carried on the farther tide.

Miracles keep finding their way through,

In broken moments, in something new.

In every ending, a shift, a clue,

The flow keeps pulling us through.

Nothing is gone, it just transforms,

From spark to wave, from calm to storm.

We’re part of something endlessly wide,

Still moving on with the turning tide.

So I’ll keep waiting, heart open still,

For another sign to appear.

Miracles don’t need permission to come,

They’ve been moving us all along, right here.