Not a Miracle, Merely Love - sometimes, having simple expectations really helps.

Not a Miracle, Merely Love

I saw a cloud in the sky

And the tail of my master’s turban,

But it is not a miracle,

It is merely love.

I placed my hand on the trunk

Of a tree, and someone said

Verily, the master used to do that,

But it is not a miracle,

It is merely love.

I sat on the steps of a building

And someone commented,

Verily, the master used to sit there

Just like that, with his feet

Swinging in the air,

But it is not a miracle,

It is merely love.

I am a sinner and a fool,

But my master is beautiful,

And he does not reject me

Nor turn me away,

But it is not a miracle,

It is merely love.

I write of history,

Of the present,

And sometimes even

Of what is meant to be,

But it is not a miracle

Nor am I Nostradamus,

It is merely love.

People see miracles and magic,

But I only see of love.

People see mysteries and wonder,

But I only see my master.

And really, that is enough

For the likes of me.

......................

And sometimes, it is meeting someone
special that is a grand little
miracle...

Miracles? I have enough miracles already to last me several life times. Honest. Like how I found my car keys again after dropping them in a pitch black cinema. Like how I passed my honours and Bar finals. Like how I was born to a fine lady of a mother and a lovely if slightly demented family. Like how butterflies often hover near and how the trees let fall a shower of flowers and leaves along the path. And how the dog downstairs is finally noticing me after weeks of my saying hello to him. But of course, perhaps for some people, such things are not miraculous at all.

Do you think I should set my standards for miracles higher? Like splitting the Moon in two, walking on water or bringing the dead to life?

The Miracle of Man. But the truth is that I am happy this way. This life appears seldom boring or dull, and sprinkled aplenty with fairy dust. Perhaps the greatest miracle of all is our very own existence and our very own being. Because as one spiritual acolyte recently shared with me, Man affects and changes the environment that he enters into. Whether it is in his house, out in the garden, in his workplace or among animals of the forest. Always affecting for the better, if what he looks for is goodness.

It is this ability, and his latent strength to rise up again however low he may fall as an alley cat in the gutter that is perhaps, the greatest miracle of all. How fine and beautiful has God designed you, sunshine!

From here, I can see it already. Plain as daylight under the sun of Ahad and remaining luminous under the moon of Ahmad.

wa min Allah at-taufiq

Hate has no place in Islam

Love will show the Way