There is a miracle in me.

That is what she said.

I held onto those words.

I latched on, like a drowning man to a raft.


What did she see in me?

That she would say such a thing?

What precious gem is there?

Locked inside this earthen vessel, called me.


I roll it in my mind.

I look at it from all angles.

I look back at her perplexed.

Why don’t I see what she saw?


She looks deep into my eyes.

She looks straight to my soul.

She smiles and whispers to me.

If you don’t believe you are, you’ll never see what I see.


For, I believe in you.

You are a miracle.