William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

I Can Only Say

Child, I remind you that you’re a miracle,

And that anything you may do,

Any work or dream you may fulfill,

Will not make you greater

Than you already are.

Miracles can’t be improved upon.

By their nature — and that nature is yours —

They live and breathe to bring about more miracles.

I can’t tell you what you should do, or be, or become.

I can only tell you that you’re a miracle.

I can only say that there’s nothing that isn’t a miracle.

So be of good cheer. You’re a chosen one.

Why else would you be here?

~

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Categories: The Art of Being

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