I’ve had so many miracles in my life yet I don’t spread the word,
I have to tell everyone that a prayer not answered is still heard,
Miracles have come my way yet I have failed to tell the world,
At last I will move forward like a banner for His glory unfurled,
To be drafted away from home and everyone that you love,
Breaks your heart and separates you from those you think of,
Miracles are found when letters are taken and hers never come,
Then after two years you find she waited because you’re the one,
Happily married for ten years when a mosquito changed me,
After nearly dying I woke a different man and could finally see,
Never is exaggeration yet a possibility that I didn’t open my eyes,
To see my treatment of others and empathy my manner denies,
Was that a miracle of intervention or just the odds by chance,
Little miracles of the heart burst forth such as when we dance,
I’d gather my wits to control my passion brought by the lips I kissed,
Were they little miracles of love or is an arthritis cure to be dismissed,
My sore hands were swollen beyond the flexibility of my skin,
Movement brought lesions on the surface allowing bacteria in,
To bend a finger brought excruciating pain I hadn’t known before,
Some blamed my liver for the condition that my hands now wore,
It doesn’t matter how my hands became that way in less than a year,
What does matter is that each bend of my fingers came with a tear,(torn)
A friend asked if he could pray for my hands that had become still,
I accept prayer from those that pray to our Lord and serve His will,
As he prayed I made a pledge of sorts asking God for a cure if I suffer well,
To suffer well meant to accept pain from the new diseases I couldn’t spell,
Congestive heart failure, arterial venous malformations, and many more,
In a short period of two years I found I’d never be as I once was before,
For this reason I’ve accepted the pain our Lord has allowed to enter me,
My hands were perfect in the morning, no trace of disease could you see,
It’s a true miracle when doctors can provide records of how my hands were,
I accept the pain as dues for living a life so wonderful with the likes of her,
She is a miracle in my life that will never be declared yet I know it’s so,
I have had five near death experiences with chapters only she and I know,
Was it a miracle to take flight of soul to heaven and feel her anguish from above,
For an angel to place my soul within her that I could feel her unconditional love,
The anguish she felt as she felt I was slipping away to be with her no more,
I felt my love had developed more because of sufferings brought by war,
As I entered within her small frame I felt extreme heartache and fear inside,
Her poor heart was breaking in two with so much fear that I had just died,
Was that a miracle gifted me by God or chemically induced hallucination,
Once out of body has been experienced there is only one explanation,
The doctor quickly filled a syringe with different meds from behind a screen,
I watched from above and later told him the exact amounts of what I’d seen,
As his nurse and he stood in silence they knew I was actually fully aware,
With the curtain of separation and no words spoken I had to be there,
While I was floating above and experiencing her unconditional love,
The hands of physical life grabbed my feet and pulled me in from above,
I felt as if in a millisecond I experienced thirty years of her loving me,
The crush she carried at fourteen was new born love that shouldn’t be,
Too many say you can’t know love as a teen but I know I did at seventeen,
For three years I dreamed of her every night, in each I made her my queen,
Is that a miracle I ask to know the moment I looked into her beautiful eyes,
Love’s emotion is physical, mental, and spiritual that a heart seldom denies,
The miracle of true love is unique in ways man doesn’t understand or ever will,
Love is a tingling sensation brought by touch or what a flirt from her does still,
A miracle of the medical type came twofold as selfishness left my heart,
I was diagnosed with congestive heart failure and given three years to depart,
Mother Mary appeared in France to tell Sister Justine of scapulars and prayer,
The prayer for a Happy Death along with the scapular would bring Mary’s care,
Told I was dying because no man having heart failure could bear such pain long,
Knowing of Mary’s promise I had a green scapular encased, I prayed to be strong,
For over a year I wore my precious link to Mother Mary in preparation for death,
Saying the prayer each night in fear each breath could be my very last breath,
I would reflect on a time when as a child I saw the Virgin Mary appear to me,
So beautifully dressed in blue with red roses in a background only I could see,
Across from my Uncle’s house in front of a church with red roses grown,
Trained upon a trellis covering six feet or more the red roses were shown,
I said I could see her and most everyone thought it was but a childish dream,
For some reason my Aunt believed me and told me to believe in what I’d seen,
I’d never taken her to be religious or to have faith such as my mother had,
My Aunt Gladys looked at the others and shook her head as if she was sad,
My bond with her became stronger and as well with Mary throughout my life,
I thank Mary for watching over me as I survived war to return and marry my wife,
Mary was on my mind on my First Communion Day when at age six I prayed,
I remember the four leaf clover I found, I placed it in my bible where it stayed,
It was precious to me and meant the world to me and I still have it this day,
Tucked away in a trunk of memories I managed to hide from siblings far away,
I don’t blame my younger siblings for playing with the treasures of my heart,
To a child my things were but toys, they looked up to me and just wanted a part,
I returned from war’s hospital for healing the lucky draftees maimed by war,
Lucky to be alive is my meaning, I returned knowing nothing will be as before,
I prayed such earnest prayers from my soul to find love with the girl I adore,
Something had to be wrong as I had not heard from her for a year or even more,
Her mother and mainly her sister’s displeasure of me was cause of a sinful act,
My letters were taken by her mother, opened, read and then secretly packed,
Both of our hearts were broken, for I desperately needed word from home,
My family wrote twice, I turned to prayer as I realized I was suddenly all alone,
Was it a miracle that her love held true and she dated no one waiting for me,
If only I had known perhaps the awful events of my detainment wouldn’t be,
Yet I prayed, I prayed so desperately for a way home saying I didn’t care how,
Be careful what you pray for, detainment brought brutality I suffer from now,
I happily accept the remnants of that brutality that bring me so much pain,
The AVMs are attributed to beatings or viral and are here to forever remain,
Yet now I pray each day a prayer of gratitude that I returned to marry her,
In my heart if was a blessing from Jesus and in thanks my pain I offer,
Back to the day of dual miracles brought by an unselfish act given a man by me,
My scapular was precious to me, never removed, in preparation for tragedy,
I prayed the prayer each day asking for blessings at the time of my death,
The man I barely knew was dying and would soon take his final breath,
My friend was his doctor whom I was meeting at the hospital to go to lunch,
For my friend to miss lunch it was serious as he didn’t miss unless in a crunch,
I stood outside the emergency room and prayed when I had a sudden thought,
I offered my scapular to him saying I would say the prayer but one thing I forgot,
As I pulled the scapular over my head I felt panic then decided I should pray,
I made a promise to the man, I made a vow, to pray to God he be allowed to stay,
Asked to pick up his wife and tell her that her husband had but an hour to live,
Suddenly to my surprise she told me of things she hoped he would forgive,
My words to her although most likely not wise was to keep it in and pray,
Don’t ruin the last hours of your fifty year marriage for sin far, far away,
I know he would rather love you and depart without worry of a long past day,
If I was wrong dear Lord forgive me as I hoped he would love her anyway,
They were a couple that held hands and clung to each other as if the last,
She should tell him of this if he survived but not today as he is going fast,
When I returned with her it was a surprise that brought joy to my heart,
He had survived the hour and the doctor said he can’t explain this part,
His heart had become slightly stronger defying all odds for him to survive,
I felt in grave danger without my scapular and prayed I would stay alive,
I woke the next morning feeling well for the first time in over three years,
As I rushed to the hospital to check how the man had done I was in tears,
So much had transpired and I hadn’t seen Patti because of her position,
She worked at a home for girls that required near constant supervision,
I needed to share what had happened and she is a pleasure to see,
I so enjoyed just looking at her and only she could truly love me.
I saw my doctor friend and was told the man would be able to go home,
A week later I’m in the hospital for tests but my heart failure isn’t shown,
Ministers and priests were consulted because physical evidence is real,
Otherwise they would not take my word that I could feel as good as I feel,
They came to conclude that my unselfish act had brought healing for two,
I’m ashamed to say it was the first time in my life I was unselfish too,
All other times I did things to bring good feelings or appearance of good,
I saw the light, to give is Divine, I’d give my scapular to everyone if I could,
The man wore the scapular every day for the remainder of his life,
Once while in town I was secretly thanked for my advice by his wife,
But most of all she thanked me for the sacrifice I made in giving to him,
She had learned of my health and that I gave from caring, not on a whim,
Those were miracles no doubt and through time’s passage I’ve reviewed it all,
One unselfish act in caring for another man’s soul extended my final call,
A gift from God through Mother Mary because I risked myself for another,
This never would have happened but for a gift given by Jesus’ mother,
Last week brother Bob told me of signs happening in his and Brian’s lives,
They both told of it and how they were talking about it to their wives,
Bobby saw two jets vapor trails for a perfect cross in the blue skies,
The signs are many I’ve often said we must be willing to open our eyes,
I’ve had so many miracles such as I’ve died four or five times to return,
Once I’m ashamed to say, I was at the gates of hell without a burn,
Satan threw me about until I cried for Jesus to save my sinful soul,
At a moment’s notice Jesus was there casting out Satan in whole,
I had died before and went to heaven each time I was proud to say,
I was the same man but what had I done to deserve it, I’d often ask and pray,
My omission was obvious when I spoke with others about my trip to hell,
It was a wake up call because I never told people of going to heaven as well,
From that day I have spread the word, that God is real and so is heaven ‘n’ hell,
I have suffered heavily for most of my life but I wouldn’t change my fairy-tale,
I am loved by my children and grandchildren but most of all by my wife,
My life is filled with miracles of love, family, my wife, and Mary all my life,
Today I saw Her again standing in our trees as if praying for me,
Would it be wrong to photograph for everyone I know to see,
I snapped a picture but she wasn’t there, Joseph, His earthly Father was,
Some will say I imagined it all once again but I will know the truth because,
It is another miracle.
The end , by Pat
To our readers: I apologize that I forgot some miracles when writing this poem of miracles. Once when on a business trip with an associate, I was telling him that my uncle had asked me to pray for a man at a certain time on that day. As I was driving the brakes were suddenly applied on my new 1976 Chrysler. These were huge cars and were not prone to brake problems. The car stopped quicker and more perfectly than ever before, without my foot on the pedal. As we screeched to a halt a truck ran a stop sign and would have hit us if we hadn’t stopped short of the cars ahead. This was a miracle from a guardian angel or by our Lord. There are many more I haven’t placed here that I realized after I submitted this. You must look for the signs and miracles of God. Prayer does do good.
