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Bonus December Prompt 189: Miracle

December 14, 2013

Last week, I asked everyone to write a poem after meditating on “tradition”. This week, the word is “miracle”.

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Miracles feature prominently in the origin stories of two major world holidays. With Christmas, it is both the birth of Jesus Christ from a virgin and the miracle of his survival – his family escaping to Egypt after being warned of Herod’s plan to kill all the male children under age two in the area. At the center of Hanukkah, a festival of lights, lies a miracle: after the Maccabees’ defeat of the Greeks and the reclaiming of the Temple at Jerusalem, the oil lamps in the Temple remained lit for eight days, despite burning on one day’s amount of oil.

But we also look for — and experience — miracles in our every day lives. That lottery win. That person you’ve been crushing on returning your love and affection. Unexpected money just when you need it. The healing of a loved one when all predictions were dire. You get the idea.

So, this week, meditate on the word “miracle”. What does it mean to you? Have you experienced miracles in your personal life? You could take a miracle from your religion’s/culture’s stories and examine it.

Or maybe you don’t believe in miracles. Perhaps you’re of a similar mind to Thomas Paine, who wrote “All the tales of miracles, with which the Old and New Testament are filled, are fit only for impostors to preach and fools to believe”. Is the evidence for miracles faulty? Can supposedly supernatural events be attributed to common causes (e.g. Sodom and Gomorrah’s destruction being the result of a volcanic eruption or an earthquake as opposed to God’s wrath)? Are we victims if wishful thinking?

Again, write in whatever direction the prompt takes you.


  1. December 14, 2013 4:43 am

    A beautiful thought for the holidays!

  2. December 14, 2013 6:21 am

    Here’s my offering:


  3. December 14, 2013 6:56 am

    Ordinary Uprising

    The crowd cranes it’s neck
    for the miraculous
    But who pains for the ordinary?

    Slimly awakened eyes
    Arise receiving light
    Of a new day

    Hard-pressed blue-collar bones Faithfully receive the endless
    Burden of the day

    Elastic lungs hidden merchants
    Relentlessly trade the miracle of breaths with the open sky

    New life in the sparkling eyes
    Of the next generation
    Children at play

    Shelters of covering
    Hovering blessed meek roofs
    Over our heads

    Adequate nourishment
    Supplying sustenance
    Hydrating liquid of life

    The day of small things
    Often despised offer
    No surprises nor thrill

    The miracle of existence

    • December 15, 2013 11:19 am

      I love what you’ve done with this poem…each stanza a small illustration of the little miracles that comprise our lives. Considering how much science has said that the odds were against the Earth’s forming and becoming a place sustainable for life…and how long it is of a journey from the beginning building blocks of life to us humans…this whole place seems like a miracle. Thank you for sharing.


    • December 15, 2013 7:23 pm

      Yes, your bottom line…I agree. There’s no simple miracle. Nicely done, Benjamin!

  4. December 14, 2013 8:40 am

    Here’s mine. I’ll read after others’ supper.

  5. December 14, 2013 6:11 pm

    Something about
    a miracle story

  6. December 15, 2013 3:30 pm

    I wrote one about someone who *said* she was a miracle worker…

  7. December 15, 2013 6:14 pm

    I brought a little of my own shade on the color miracle…Thank you!

  8. December 16, 2013 7:37 am

    Looking forward to spring…even though winter hasn’t officially started…

  9. December 17, 2013 10:15 pm

    Here’s mine. Not so much miracle as visitation!

  10. December 20, 2013 6:21 am

    Here is my small poem on such a huge topic:


  11. December 20, 2013 12:06 pm

    I’ve had a great time reading everyone’s poems this week. Now, just wait until tomorrow’s prompt.



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