They arrive weightless from the heights like miracles,
glowing with color that makes you doubt your eyes before
they’ve even flown away.
A blue jay appeared this afternoon,
blue so brilliant it can’t be made with pigment, only from
pure light,
and bowed to me as if to say
Can you believe this?
And even though I'm on the fence about God,
and miracles, I tell the jay
and miracles, I tell the jay
I believe.