I had not sought a miracle.
New flesh upon the old wound’s scar,
New light in the empty socket,
still Tongue struck with prophetic fire.
I had no martyr’s faith that love
Could kindle the dry thatch of my heart.
Or raise, from the ashes white bones give.
Such flame, such visionary light.
And now, like doubting Thomas,
I Must take my logics back and speak
Of miracles in this latter day:
Unscathed in your body’s flame I walk.
David Malouf (b. 1934) is an Australian writer of fiction and poetry.