What Strange Miracles Are These?

To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, every cubic inch of space is a miracle … To me the sea is a continual miracle — the fishes that swim, the rocks, the motion of the waves, the ships with men in them.

This excerpt from Walt Whitman’s poem, “Miracles,” reveals a beautiful sensitivity to the wonder of God’s creation and reminds us that we should never take it for granted. Each tree, each branch, each leaf, each blade of grass, in its own individual splendor is a living monument to the bottomless depths of God’s creative genius. An artist’s rendition of a broad splash of sunlight on the water can inspire countless people over many centuries. But the real miracle of that single moment of beauty can never be duplicated. Every moment in the mysterious lovely life of nature, from dawn to dark, is a miraculous happening. God’s creation is an ongoing, everyday miracle. Perhaps that is why so…