the little things

Coincidence or synchronance

makes little difference

it's the feeling they give

these little miracles.

and even though I hardly ever heed them

the angels feed them anyway 

just when I think I need them

indiscriminately

least expectedly, timely

or are they imps,

teasing me with a glimpse

to raise the consciousness

but why?

Am I so ungodly, so shy, 

that I would not even try

to make something of it? 

Has my mind been deceived

eyes opened in disbelief

lids tightened in grief?

Doesn't matter, when I deal it,

synchronicity or coincidence

are left sitting on the fence.