{"id":9002,"date":"2011-11-20T12:36:11","date_gmt":"2011-11-20T17:36:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/?p=9002"},"modified":"2011-11-20T12:36:11","modified_gmt":"2011-11-20T17:36:11","slug":"less-surprising-than-it-should-be","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/2011\/11\/less-surprising-than-it-should-be\/","title":{"rendered":"Less Surprising Than It Should Be"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/johnesimpson.com\/images\/brokenandpouredout_IgNgRez_deviantart.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" title=\"'Broken and Poured Out,' by IgNgRez @ deviantart.com\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/johnesimpson.com\/images\/brokenandpouredout_IgNgRez_deviantart_sm.jpg?resize=600%2C400&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"600\" height=\"400\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Lullaby for a certain blind little imp, coveter (from a cave deep within the soul)\u00a0of miracles: squandering its days in greedy longing for something, <em>anything<\/em>, of which it knows nothing at all&#8230;<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><strong>Miracle Fair<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Commonplace miracle:<br \/>\nthat so many commonplace miracles happen.<\/p>\n<p>An ordinary miracle:<br \/>\nin the dead of night<br \/>\nthe barking of invisible dogs.<\/p>\n<p>One miracle out of many:<br \/>\na small, airy cloud<br \/>\nyet it can block a large and heavy moon.<\/p>\n<p>Several miracles in one:<br \/>\nan alder tree reflected in the water,<br \/>\nand that it&#8217;s backwards left to right<br \/>\nand that it grows there, crown down<br \/>\nand never reaches the bottom,<br \/>\neven though the water is shallow.<\/p>\n<p>An everyday miracle:<br \/>\nwinds weak to moderate<br \/>\nturning gusty in storms.<\/p>\n<p>First among equal miracles:<br \/>\ncows are cows.<\/p>\n<p>Second to none:<br \/>\njust this orchard<br \/>\nfrom just that seed.<\/p>\n<p>A miracle without a cape and top hat:<br \/>\nscattering white doves.<\/p>\n<p>A miracle, for what else could you call it:<br \/>\ntoday the sun rose at three-fourteen<br \/>\nand will set at eight-o-one.<\/p>\n<p>A miracle, less surprising than it should be:<br \/>\neven though the hand has fewer than six fingers,<br \/>\nit still has more than four.<\/p>\n<p>A miracle, just take a look around:<br \/>\nthe world is everywhere.<\/p>\n<p>An additional miracle, as everything is additional:<br \/>\nthe unthinkable<br \/>\nis thinkable.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>(by Wislawa Szymborska; translated by Joanna Trzeciak [<em><a title=\"poets.org: 'Miracle Fair,' by Wislawa Szymborska\" href=\"http:\/\/www.poets.org\/viewmedia.php\/prmMID\/20452\">source<\/a><\/em>])<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Lullaby for a certain blind little imp, coveter (from a cave deep within the soul)\u00a0of miracles: squandering its days in greedy longing for something, anything, of which it knows nothing at all&#8230; Miracle Fair Commonplace miracle: that so many commonplace miracles happen. An ordinary miracle: in the dead of night the barking of invisible dogs. 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