A Post that is one of Several about Miracles and my Blog "Myricals"

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This lady who performs "I Had a Dream..."  Lea Salonga,  has special significance to me.  First, she is filipina where my family and I lived for a year back in 2000. She is a famous and respected by her countrymen.  She, among others, represents hope for the rest of the populace who live mostly without hope.
Second of all, that song was the inspiration for my blog "Myricals."  The production that this song came from is "Flower Drum Song" and touched me deeply  over 10 years ago as I read, "

A hundred million miracles, A hundred million miracles are happ'ning ev'ry day, And those who say they don't agree Are those who do not hear or see. A hundred million miracles, A hundred million miracles are happ'ning ev'ry day, --Miracle of changing weather:-- When a dark blue curtain is pinned by the stars, Pinned by the stars to the sky, Ev'ry flow'r and tree is a treat to see, The air is very clean and dry. Then a wind comes blowing the pins all away, Night is confused and upset! The sky falls down like a clumsy clown, The flowers and the trees get wet.--Very wet!-- A hundred million miracles, A hundred million miracles are happ'ning ev'ry day, And when the wind shall turn his face, The pins are put right back in place! A hundred million miracles, A hundred million miracles are happ'ning ev'ry day! In ev'ry single minute so much is going on, Along the Yangtse Kiang or the Tiber or the Don. A hundred million miracles! A swallow in Tasmania is sitting on her eggs, And suddenly those eggs have wings and eyes and beaks and legs! A hundred million miracles! A little girl in Chungking, just thirty inches tall, Decides that she will try to walk and nearly doesn't fall! A hundred million miracles! A hundred million miracles, a hundred million miracles, A hundred million miracles are happ'ning ev'ry day! My father says the sun will keep rising over the eastern hill. My father says he doesn't know why but somehow or other it will. --It will! somehow or other it will.-- (Reprise) --Miracle of making music:-- When an idle poet puts words on a page, Writes on a page with his brush, A musical friend writes the notes to blend Suggested by an idle thrush. Then a young soprano reads what they wrote, Learns every note, every word, Puts all they wrote in her lovely throat, And suddenly a song is heard! --Very Pretty!-- A hundred million miracles, a hundred million miracles,A hundred million miracles are happ'ning ev'ry day!

Now you know the whole story.

I believe that is how life is lived.

In wonder and awe that each day

and everything that happens in it,

is a miracle.

On the surface, we can look at one another

observe this or that about them, but the real self,

hidden below from what can be seen by others

is the stuff that miracles are made from.

This is where God lives...