People pray for 
blinding, deafening
magic.

Instead, they should
make themselves keen
observers of the
mundane miracles.

Those little magic
moments like
seeing a baby's smile
or 
crossing over
a green ridge 
to face a
snow-capped mountain.

Feel these rare moments
to their fullest,
rather than wishing
to be dazzled by 
grand displays of
the supernatural.

Those loud miracles 
will probably never happen,
and - if they do -
one who hasn't become
attuned to hearing the quiet 
moments of glorious perfection
might still miss them.