Maybe it’s our growing population,

so taxing to heavens switchboard.

All those prayers for miracles

multiplying as humanity races around

the baby-making track.

We’ve worn Clarence and Michael ragged,

their wings tattered,

their halo bent and dented,

their trumpet rusty and out of tune.

Even the reinforcements sent,

that incognito-angel-army

has fallen exhausted on the battlefield.

So, God, wise beyond all,

calls to us to be todays miracle makers.

Like Wednesday night on NBC,


And shrinks, teachers, mommies, daddies,

even that stranger in front of you

on the ATM line

who, with a kind word and a smile

answers your weighty, unanswerable question.

An earthly host of humans here to help.

All we gotta do,

is pray, look, listen.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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