Many verses have been written over the ages that speak of Miracles.
Here is one of my favorites written by Walt Whitman:
Miracles
WHY, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked . . . → Read More: Ageless Voices Speak of the Beauty Around Us
