(God’s Sonnet that takes the form of a spiritual invitation to join the poet in expecting unexpected miracles)

You expect unexpected miracles.

You don’t know how it will go; you want so.

You got hopes and dreams all the lyricals.

You’ve won my heart with that.  Thank you.  Signs grow.

I try not to expect much of your kind.

I want a lot from you, though. I’m empty

sometimes otherwise from lonely, hurt grind.

You might not be the miracle for me.

With you, unlikely; but with God, not so.

Mark Ten: Twenty Seven – My Miracle Man

is God. My Deliverer who does Know.

“Know that I’m God, Tim. I’m your Biggest Fan.”

So, unexpected miracles take form

when we give in and to God. Never Norm.