Poem: “Age of Miracles”

Age of Miracles

We all look solid-built enough,
No one who looks can look through us,
We are not paper, stone and rough,
Two-legged walls we seem by guess

And yet there is a wind that blows
From far, the farthest far away
That only someone frail can know
And only someone small can say

Walk out some evening when the sky
Is clear as if the wind had wiped
The lens of it away, deny
That something blows through you that night

A wind that blows away deception,
That is why He said that truth
Will soon be shouted from the rooftops,
Print of pity, pain of wrath

Read it in a book of glass
The letters printed by the sun,
And then the age of death will pass,
The age of miracles begun

June 19, 2011

Pavel Chichikov is a Washington DC-based poet and photographer. He has written for both the secular and the Catholic press on issues as diverse as Russian nuclear weapons systems, Olympic athletes, and miracles. His books include From Here to Babylon: Poems by Pavel Chichikov,  Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius, and Animal Kingdom. Pavel may be heard reading his works on catholicradiointernational.com and on pavelreads.com. His poetry regularly appears on "The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov."