by Neil Ellman
Miracles take root in virgin soil
forest the land, make mountains
out of want
the mind creates its own
a landscape of birth, rebirth
from visions of an after-life
as if the stars and planets died
and were reborn again
as green light upon a hill
and blue upon a lake—
here poplars, there the sun
here rivers and rocky shores
the frozen wastes of ice and time
here the wish, the will, the wait
and then the miracle of mind
that makes them real.
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