It refuses to scream.
To jump and plunge and fly.
It will not reveal itself
To curious eyes.
It will never be vain
Or foolish
Or beg for attention...
It does not soar like an eagle
Proud and magestic,
But humbly chooses to reside
Within my softly beating heart
It bubbles within me
In the eyes of my brother
In the hands of my family
In the safety of my friends
In a brief but sweet message
In the opportunities I am given
And the grace of God's gift.
This is the inexhaustible well of joy:
Not an explosive phenomenon
But a common spark of a miracle.
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