Something Miraculous


This maze ends here
The brain can be changed
A million times over and over again
This way, that way, over here or over there
So many different paths to take
Add God into the mix,
Any person could easily get overwhelmed by this
The question has to be asked though,
Do the flowers worry about which ways to go?
Or does the Sun guide them,
Up and out of the soil, then into the growing process?
The answer is already known
Flowers are seen so naturally in attempts to reach the skies
Doing the same for the human experience,
Paints the ways to the Stairway to Heaven
Sketches of the treasure maps,
Become beautiful landscape paintings
Escapes from these Earthly mazes,
Into paths much more Heavenly
The artist learns how to paint hope
As God helps
And a message is spread
So when told, “This maze ends here”
Don’t ask, “Where?”
But say, “With God, for I believe in the miraculous”

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