Ethereal bliss

When all the ways seem to be closed- I sit down broken and lost- Unable to bear the thought of being alone again, And somewhere it lits up The light deep within whispers... The secrets untold to the wise, And I murmur that I believe in miracles, And even in my aguish I search, I turn around and find a new way-Greener with the flowers in pinkish white, Decorating the steps I need to walk, Sometimes it is the desperation for the magic That lets you find these; Seeking with hope makes a difference, Without hope, life will remain as a barrel of irony! I believe in the wonders, People exclaiming: ‘Oh! That’s highly unlikely to happen…’ The good wills pooled in and transformed into ‘grace’- I realize, how ethereal the bliss of grace is. I believe… I hope… I await miracles… Picture courtesy: https://pin.it/2ukrIFe