I Don't Look For Miracles

as i listen
you traced the roots of your faith
to miracles,

cancer cured
a happy life ever after

a renewed life
from broken bones

sometimes in silence i begin to think
faith grows too
even without miracles and that is

the miracle itself
no crutches for my legs to stand
no fetish no superstition
no stories

plain conversation in the altar of
my humanity.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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