There lived people in the world, and sadly and burdensome have they been living. From the birth did they desire something unusual, magical. A holiday of the joy of life they did want to come, yet were incapable of creating it themselves. And therefore the world of theirs was grayish and boring, and sadly they have lived. But some of them yet dreamed in hearts of theirs of the great Miracle, the finest of all they have met. Such a Miracle, from beholding of which their eyes would start shining, and their hearts would light up with a fire of faith. And so these dreaming ones have begged the heavens, asking to console hearts of theirs and to give them the great Miracle to remember it forevermore, thus keeping the faith in their hearts eternally.
And this prayer of theirs, sincere and kind, was heard by the heavens, and heavenly Wanderers have asked their divine Father what miracle to give to His beloved children for their hearts to tremble in admiration, and tears of joy to be born in their eyes. And it has been decided to make the Divine Miracle live among them forever, never abandoning them. So that men can always behold it with their eyes and feel its touches with their souls. So that a source of joy and light inspiration will never extinguish for them.
And dissolved and spread a Miracle Divine, sent from the heavens, in the world of humans invisibly to always remain near people and close to them from that moment and forever on.
And embodied it was in the bright light of the sun and in the rustle singing of trees.
In joyful murmur of water streams and morning singing of birds did it show itself.
In sea surfs, sunsets and sunrises lilac-pinky it was embodied.
In clouds dairy-sugar, by a sky eternally wandering, the beauty of that Miracle, which has filled the world of men, was reflected.
In a purifying rain, the care of that Miracle of the souls of humans was marked.
In the shining of children eyes, the sparks of that invisible Miracle forever remained.
In an infinite number of things and phenomena have this Miracle appeared, reflecting its Creator generosity and greatness.
Everywhere have this Miracle entered, in each cell of the world, made for men, have it managed to come, having enlightened it and transformed. And did believe Wanderers of heavens that the Miracle mentioned would be the best one ever made for mankind, and bitterness and grief would be forever gone from faces of men, and they would rejoice their happiness and praise the beauty, saving souls of theirs. Yet the hope mentioned did not come true by that time, unfortunately.
Haven't seen people that greatest Miracle in their majority, never believing that so close to them could it reside and live. Through all lives of theirs have they hurried somewhere on the goals artificial, senseless, tiresome, and thus couldn't see the Miracle. And have killed they that miracle divine, and made an ordinary out of it. And have indulged in the ordinary, and fallen asleep in hearts even stronger than previously.
But haven't died that Miracle, for by the Maker himself was it made – only in hearts of avaricious men have it been dying untimely. And till now have it lived close to men, yet many did pass by, for they have no need for a world wonderful, unusual, mysterious – yet measured and verified world do they desire. Haven't belittled it from a blindness of men, and due to the greed of theirs haven't vanished. Still does it hope and wait for many to awaken, and still does it give itself away in all its generosity each and every day.
But who among men is capable to trust with own heart that the Miracle mentioned can still be hidden just under his very nose?
18.03.2012