Miracles - Walt Whitman

Why! who makes much of a miracle?

As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles,

Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,

Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,

Or wade with naked feet along the beach, just in the edge of the

water,

Or stand under trees in the woods,

Or talk by day with any one I love--or sleep in the bed at night with

any one I love,

Or sit at table at dinner with my mother,

Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,

Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive, of a summer forenoon,

Or animals feeding in the fields,

Or birds--or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,

Or the wonderfulness of the sun-down--or of stars shining so quiet

and bright,

Or the exquisite, delicate, thin curve of the new moon in spring;

Or whether I go among those I like best, and that like me best--

mechanics, boatmen, farmers,

Or among the savans--or to the soiree--or to the opera,

Or stand a long while looking at the movements of machinery,

Or behold children at their sports,

Or the admirable sight of the perfect old man, or the perfect oldwoman,

Or the sick in hospitals, or the dead carried to burial,

Or my own eyes and figure in the glass;

These, with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,

The whole referring--yet each distinct, and in its place.

To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,

Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,

Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the

same,

Every foot of the interior swarms with the same;

Every spear of grass--the frames, limbs, organs, of men and women,

and all that concerns them,

All these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles.

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,

What stranger miracles are there?

- Every thing is miraculous! To me the miracle of birth and the possibility of giving life to another human being is lifes greatest miracle. Whether it be standing under a tree or sleeping in bed with the one you love...everything is divine - nothing is greater or lesser than anything or anyone else. We are all made of the same stuff, all dwelling in a beautiful world don't really understand, all dwelling in a body made of skin and bones that we never asked to be born into. It's all about what you choose to focus your attention on. The miracle that is 'you' is part of an even bigger miracle. Choose love. Choose Peace. Choose to be inspired and to inspire others.

The quote attached to this wonderous photograph is by Albert Einstein. He says:

"There are two ways to live your life. One as though nothing is a miracle. The other as though everything is a miracle."