Watching the petals open up
At the hour before dawn
I see no mortal hand working on it,
And yet visible to me, its bloom is on.
There are straight rays of sunlight,
Streaming from beneath a cloud.
I see no ruler keeping it straight
Yet, even in silence, its presence is loud.
Next to the fireplace, I place a stocking in red
In the morning, a myriad of presents I found
I saw no Santa come down the chimney
Yet, the joy in my heart has been crowned.
These are life’s miracles
There are stories that can be told but not explained
There are things you don’t understand
But that doesn’t mean they are not real.
PS: There are a lot of things that you and I don’t understand. It’s up to you to choose what to believe. But if there is something you don’t believe in or don’t understand, it does not mean it does not exist or is not real.