Because of you,

I laugh a little more

because of you

I dare to dream again!



I am thankful

for this miracle of you



We share

We care

We dare



...to dream again!

Life.

The precious drop of creation,
Bestowed upon a mere rock,
Afloat in a void of nothingness.

Vibrant, calculated, chaotic,
So is life.

Each journey unique,
Each purpose paramount,
Each species significant.

It’s delicate arrangement,
Filled with indescribable beauty,
And holistic precision.

The miracle that is life.

The real miracle

of life just is that it is –


not a miracle.

you.
you became
from the 1,999,999.
so despite what it may seem—
you are a rarity,
a true force of nature.
out of 1,999,999
you were the one which
remained:
the one who overcame.
your emergence itself was a miracle—
so how could your existence now be any less?

The blind miracle gives us sight
                      When
           We can no longer see

Written by E.M.Rushton
June 6 th 2019

upon the thick chill of modern life

she reflects, drawing over the body,
a thin blanket of cashmere,
how it miraculously
denies the chilling, its darkening physicality

I,
I listen in non-responsive, full attentiveness,
thinking perhaps a poem she is demanding,
“we all need more miracle blankets in our lives”

I am your Mother God,
ponds of breeding sensuality,
love divine sent from beyond the bleeding God,
time caught the charm of the infinite,
a bright kiss in sublime miracles,
your life on Earth I came to flourish,
come near let me reveal the wealth of the Universe.

You.
Open me with your thoughts, you.
Untie me of my burdens instead of bounding my hands.

Miracle worker.
Enter me. Never leave.