When miracles come, pouring into my outstretched palms
Like gold coins long buried in the earth;
like manna from heaven
Miracles will come and then I will become
Another person; transformation and affirmation
Written into sacred chants and texts; there are
Life-changing situations. Choices and voices
Telling one what to dread and where to tread.
Wait with bent head. Wait and figure out when
Transformation begins and ends and only then
Will pieces fall into place
And lend life a special kind of grace.
Copyright: Rani Turton
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is beautiful Rani. The first stanza is gorgeous with the dropped coins but the whole thing is sensual and mysterious. Love it! HG: -) xx