Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in read more

Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.

The water owns a power Divine,
And conscious blushes into wine;
Its very nature changed displays
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The water owns a power Divine,
And conscious blushes into wine;
Its very nature changed displays
The power Divine that it obeys.

There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though
nothing is a miracle. The other read more

There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though
nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a
miracle.

It must be so, for miracles are ceased
And therefore we must needs admit the means
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It must be so, for miracles are ceased
And therefore we must needs admit the means
How things are perfected.

I think miracles exist in part as gifts and in part as clues that there is something beyond the flat read more

I think miracles exist in part as gifts and in part as clues that there is something beyond the flat world we see.

In those parts of the world where learning and science has prevailed, miracles have ceased; but in those parts of read more

In those parts of the world where learning and science has prevailed, miracles have ceased; but in those parts of it as are barbarous and ignorant, miracles are still in vogue.

Miracles happen to those who believe in them. Otherwise why does not the Virgin Mary appear to Lamaists, Mohammedans, or read more

Miracles happen to those who believe in them. Otherwise why does not the Virgin Mary appear to Lamaists, Mohammedans, or Hindus who have never heard of her?

What is a miracle?--'Tis a reproach,
'Tis an implicit satire on mankind;
And while it satisfies, it read more

What is a miracle?--'Tis a reproach,
'Tis an implicit satire on mankind;
And while it satisfies, it censures too.

Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life;
Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of Thy reign,
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Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life;
Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of Thy reign,
Distils from thence the tears of wrath and strife,
And so turns wine to water back again.
- Richard Crashaw,