It is the first miracle

I was ever aware of,

First of many miracles since,

A mystery that stays a mystery

And I in wonderment,

And so live I daily, myst’ry at the core.

We walk now, He and I, along sea-salted shore,

Down that needled path from the Chapel

That’s down the leafy path from the Spring,

An everlasting water flow

Of freely proffered Grace

 On my knees

Received.