Between Miracles

At the end of everything you were once able to grasp, comprehend, or imagine
Past what you thought you understood, took advantage of, and took for granted
Empty
Receptive you are between Miracles
Nothing you did, could have done, or will ever do matters
You’re through
Need a new Miracle to rejuvenate, and resuscitate you
Forced to admit and face defeat
 your ultimate is complete
You have reached your end at last, and surpassed
 your most vivid speculation of perception
Been made ready for miraculous correction
Between miracles
 challenging the unseen by a faithful removal of doubts and fears
Beyond worries, woe, pleading, cries of desperation, despair, and finally surrender
You wait patiently helpless between miracles
There’s no need to panic
 or to take any other action that would demonstrate futility
At this point humility alone has weight
It’s all you can demonstrate
 if you hesitate you lose again
Between Miracles you understand
Ask politely don’t demand or command
 tempt or challenge fate
Release and strive to relate
Between miracles each breathless heartbeat
 is a leap of faith towards trust
Refined and purified faithful trust
Without it you are less than dust
Between miracles
 as between a rock and hard place
Dangling weightlessly, formlessly, hopelessly in space
When the next miracle arrives
Once again you’re alive
Everything miraculously falls into line with Grace