I will You, in all, Myself, with promise to never desert you, To which I sign my name. - Walt Whitman

And that all the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as profound as any.

All truths wait in all things,
They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it,
They do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon,
The insignificant is as big to me as any,
(What is less or more than a touch?)
Logic and sermons never convince,
The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.

Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.