Empirical

There are small miracles
happening all over broad daylight.
If one is inclined to call them
that way or another by night.

I used to call it chance,
for the longest time it happened,
and I never saw it beside me.
So it sat, patiently waiting.

Yet there is randomness
as there is meaningless coincidence.
But an open eye can and will
spot a meaningful string of evidence.

Of course it is subjective —
these retorts are so naive.
All context is just semantics
every reader accepts as an axiom.

I guess I'm impatient, in equal measure
to the loudness of the volume I'm hearing.
I fancied myself in all shades of nihilism
until I saw it as an act of colorblindness.

It's funny to think the accident
reads as the most compelling argument ever.
Because it never convinced me then.
I just thought I was conveniently very lucky.

So I needed a lot more convincing,
and I'm forever in awe of it.
Because now I have seen just one
too many miracles.