Miracles Before Me
Soren Engle

I waited for him by writing my heart down to the stub.
I wrote my heart away until I thought there was no love left.

I was waiting to marry the man
who would love me for my poetry.
Instead, I married the man
who loved me without reading a word of it.

The man who looked past the dyed red hair,
the color of flame, the powdered skin and heavy makeup
who saw the beauty of my soul
although the body was drunk and cold.

He heard the voice within me when there was only silence.
He drew me out of that darkness and said,
"I knew that when I first saw you,
you were more than kind.
You were both sad and full of joy."

I married the man who brought me flowers
like a Samaritan setting water before his enemy,
the man who sat life before me in a humble gesture.

He said, "Drink. Would it be so horrible
to forgive the world of all its sins
and embrace it in all of its magnitude?"

Timothy, you have performed miracles before me.

In my eyes, you will find a multitude of stars.
More than there are in the skies
have been placed there by your own two hands.

The happiness gushes from them.