Everything Fell Where They May

Maybe I should go back to that spot where healing is supposed to take place. Or maybe the special dirt that I collected did not take. Maybe I need to grab another sample from the blessed Earth behind the church in old El Chimayo or pray more, like I did that afternoon in the old chapel where I watched an old woman weep and her son wheel her chair to the nearest candle.Maybe . . .Maybe the answers I sought were not the answers I prayed for. Or maybe my requests were denied for reasons that did not present themselves until now. Maybe I wasted my energy praying for a miracle that would otherwise be something impossible.But then again, this is the thing about miracles. Miracles have nothing to do with logic because a miracle is when the impossible happens and like the first light when early morning changes the sky; miracles come along to destroy the darkness and defy the impossible. I try . . .I want to defy the impossible.I want to make my request again and should the answer be unwanted,…