Give us this day, Lord, our daily miracle.
Miracles tear away the veils and change everything, but do not let us see what lies behind the veils.
They allow us to escape unharmed from the valley of the shadow of death, but do not tell us which road led us to the mountains of joy and light.
They open doors that were locked with padlocks impossible to break, but they use no key.
They surround the suns with planets so that they do not feel alone in the Universe and keep the planets from getting too close so that they won’t be devoured by the suns.
They transform the wheat into bread through work, the grape into wine through patience, and death into life through the resurrection of dreams.
Therefore, Lord, give us this day our daily miracle.
And forgive us if we are not always capable of recognising it.
taken from THE MANUSCRIPT FOUND IN ACCRA