Miracles

The dark half of the year has come
There is a dearth of light
And even at the crest of noon
You see the coming night

But even in the year’s dark half
God’s miracles hold sway
The great ones drive the course of life
The small ones shape each day.

They’re often hard to recognize
We just don’t see them there
We call it serendipity
Sometimes it’s answered prayer

But in each little miracle
You’ll find God’s loving hand
Directing all the many turns
That we can’t understand.

For in the dark half of the year
When day seems close to night
There is, within the darkness, still
A glimmer of the light!