Two poems - part two

Again, doesn't need a great deal of explaining... It's written for Nikki and our baby.

A Firework Display

Miracles don't happen enough.
We hear this all the time,
and maybe sometimes we believe it,
sometimes we're tempted to ask,
to beg for more.
But it's not true.
Miracles are living with us,
breathing with us, falling with rain,
growing like plants, flowing through rivers.

Waking up takes effort,
while miracles rise with the sun.
Waiting for your own
takes patience, takes desire,
belief.
Waiting for new life
to emerge and enrich,
To teach you lessons and learn,
is lighting a firework and standing well back.

And every second of every day,
in every town on every continent,
this must happen - a fuse must be lit.
And every step back is a leap forward
with the universal,
the sacred.
Like lots of little lamps
being lit in the night,
the firework display begins.