Small Miracles

There is a need within this world,

  Let it be said, for God, for His presence,
For His greatness and smallness, touching here
  And filling all things with His triune essence;
For a simple sense of something greater,
  Able to work mighty deeds of wonder
And reach down through the wind and rain
  To spark the lightning and peal the thunder.

Small Miracles.

Ordinary, every day, run-of-the-mill miracles
  Things we see in nature every day,
Created with an awe-inspiring beauty
  To fulfill a divine plan and way.
Yet, these little things are easily explained
  By equations of physics and mathematics
And in a burst of logic faith is lost,
  Thrown into the domain of mere fanatics.

The deepest needs remain unfilled.
  Science finds more questions for every answer
And for every treated acute bronchitis,
  It seems to find an uncured cancer.
Science's miracles have limits here --
  Limits set by the human mind,
Which cannot fathom the smallest things
  Which divine fingers once designed.

So, even in this world of science,
  There is still a desperate need
For someone to touch within hurt lives
  To heal the scars, to staunch each bleed…
A need for something more that cannot,
  Will not be fit into the small space
That science still allows for God –
  There is still a need for God, in this place.