An Envelope Sonnet

“There are two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other, as though everything is a miracle.”
~Albert Einstein

Every day, miracles, little and large,
come wished for and watched and for granted too,
like blankets of clouds when the sun breaks through;
this way the limits on our days enlarge.
How lovely to recover something lost;
to think of someone missed and there’s a call;
a chance, a second chance, a small windfall;
helping hands to catch the fall, a bridge crossed.
These openings are the very stuff of life—
Its impetus—like a love you find late
hope lost; not looking; when one is let go;
one date and on the way to man and wife,
as soul mates belong, believing in fate…
and the newborn heaven-sent, as we know.

© Helga Ross 2007