We are the ones with wide eyes.

We never stop getting surprised.

We see miracles because we never stop searching for them.

We stand at the right side of the number line and we keep going east.

We can find light in the darkness.

We can tickle a smile out of stone.

We can hear blessings in a curse.

We live to live again.

Death may come but we’ll smile at it.

Today I needed a peg at the drying line.

I looked down and saw a broken pen with its cover intact.

It was a perfect peg.

It made me feel special to experience another miracle.

One that could only be seen by the wide-eyed we.



Pogwan Christopher

Pogwan Christopher

Free spirited storyteller. Parroty talker. Writer of whatever! God believer. Son of a goddess. Brother to a lion.