It’s a miracle they say.
The treatment healed the scans revealed
All traces of cancer are gone.
It’s a miracle they say.
Despite the wreckage they walked away
From the accident without harm.
But what of those I say
Whose disease consumes their bodies
That fade before their loved ones eyes?
What of those I say
Who don’t survive the wreckage
And leave this world without goodbyes?
Were they unworthy, did they not pray?
Was God fresh out of miracles that day?
If I were in charge of miracles,
I’d hand them out more freely.
So that everyone got their miracle
Of love or life or healing.
Karri Temple Brackett
May 22, 2023