To the Editor:
When you hear the word “miracle,” what pops into your head? Maybe someone being healed? Surviving a disaster? Or something closer to home, like your family actually getting along for once? For the American poet Walt Whitman, miracles weren’t just those big, dramatic moments. To him, the true miracles were the everyday things we often rush past without noticing: the small sights, sounds and experiences that quietly make our world extraordinary.
Whitman’s poem “Miracles” is really just a love letter to those little wonders.
August 27, 2025
Subscribe to keep reading
This story is from our archive. Get your SandPaper Annual Pass for access to our digital archive, plus everything else a pass includes. Details below.
Annual Pass — $18 Details
365-day access to:
- The complete SandPaper digital archive (stories date back to 2012).
- Full photo galleries from our photographers.
- The entire catalog of SandPaper games, puzzles and quizzes.
How it works
- Enter your email below and click to pay the one-time $18. Card details are entered on Stripe’s secure page.
- You’re in straight away — no password to create, and nothing to set up or manage.
- You stay signed in. If you’re ever signed out, or you read on a new phone or computer, we’ll email you a code to get you back in.
- Never auto-renews. Your pass is good for one year. We will email you when it expires so you can renew if you’d like.
See our site policies for more information.
Already a subscriber? We’ll email a code to get you back in.
