I’ve been hearing this phrase y’all got over here that I ain’t too crazy about. “It’s the hope that kills you.” Y’all know that? I disagree, you know? I think it’s the lack of hope that comes and gets you. See, I believe in hope. I believe in belief. Now, where I’m from, we got a saying too. A question, actually. “Do you believe in miracles?”
Miracles are like meatballs, because nobody can agree what they are made of, where they come from, or how often they should appear.
The funny thing about miracles is they happen every day. An angel has a child with a human. The Devil can fall in love. We can all learn. And we can all grow.
People want miracles. Maybe the only miracle is I can take your hand. That’s the miracle, the striking through, the freeing of the caged heart. ‘Cause without it… life is just half lived.
Miracles, like deals with the devil, come with strings attached. Something is always expected in return.[to Leif]