Miracles

I have heard of miracles;

Come they in three syllables -

One mystery, other madness,

And the last one being my-pulse! -

Shoots up which when it occurs;

Know I it does, and it spurs!

But caught up I get when I

Can't explain it to others.

How, when, what, where does this thing

Come unexplained into being?

Fairytales tell less mystery

Than what this 'fact' has to sing!

But why, o why, does happen

This spooky thing and madden

Me? More try to understand,

More I stand in confusion!

So now I have decided

Coping with the one-sided

Peak of my-pulse and enjoy

The thrill blast my heart and head!

'Cause one thing I know of sure

Of this surly, ghoulie thing -

Frees my soul, it makes it pure -

O yes! It's the divine being!