I don't believe in them. I don't. I can't.
If you believe in one, then you have to believe in the other.
For every child that's born, another is taken in a senseless accident. For every lottery winner, a loving father contracts cancer. For every likeness of Jesus on a piece of toast or in the bark of a tree, an old woman slips and falls in her tub, and dies alone.
There is no purpose. No divine intervention.
There are no miracles.
But, I wait for one. What form it might take, I don't know.
It will have to be a real doozy.
I wait, because that's all I can do. Hope is beyond me, has been beyond me for a long time, but I can wait.
Just in case. I want to be ready.