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2003-12-07
7:56 a.m.
Voice and Totality Day: The Miracle of Clay
Rivers keep flowing too.
My father says he doesn't know why,
But somehow or other they do.
--They do! some how or other they do.--
A hundred million miracles,
A hundred million miracles are happ'ning ev'ry day,
And those who say they don't agree
Are those who do not hear or see.
A hundred million miracles,
A hundred million miracles are happ'ning ev'ry day,
--Miracle of changing weather:--
When a dark blue curtain is pinned by the stars,
Pinned by the stars to the sky,
Ev'ry flow'r and tree is a treat to see,
The air is very clean and dry.
Then a wind comes blowing the pins all away,
Night is confused and upset!
The sky falls down like a clumsy clown,
The flowers and the trees get wet.
--Very wet!--
A hundred million miracles,
A hundred million miracles are happ'ning ev'ry day,
And when the wind shall turn his face,
The pins are put right back in place!
A hundred million miracles,
A hundred million miracles are happ'ning ev'ry day!
---Miracle of Making Music---
When an idle poet puts words on a page,
Writes on a page with his brush,
A musical friend writes the notes to blend,
Suggested by an idle thrush.
Then a young Tenor reads what they wrote,
Learns every note,ev'ry word,
Puts all they wrote in his lovely throat,
And, suddenly a song is heard!
--Very sweet!---
A hundred million miracles,
A hundred million miracles are happ'ning ev'ry day!
~ From the musical "Flower Drum Song"
Just today, Robin told me ...
"A guy who lives hundreds of miles away, that I have never met...
gave me a friend, who gave me something that gave us a little more of a bond...."
Sounds like a miracle to me!
So, on this Sunday ..
thank you for the miracle of Clay ...
and the miracle of friendship!
Photo and Poem Submitted by: Sandi
Posted by: Wendy in FL
