The Grand Miracle

We have been reading in our book group, Orthodoxy by G.K. Chesterton. Chesterton in his chapter, "The Romance of Orthodoxy" mentions the materialist view that dogmatically does not allow for miracle. This materialist view seems to me to not take into account the grand miracle all around us. That first of all we have existance per order of Someone in order to even be a materialist. That there is a thing such as beauty. That there are such things as nasturtiums to prove the point. Or the music of Sebastian Bach. Or the piano sonatas of Ludwig von Beethoven. Or the simple smile on an old face. Or the wonderful language of the Silmarillion by J R R Tolkien. Or the incisive logic of a C.S. Lewis. Or the shades of color in the rock of the Grand Canyon. Or the delicate lace in the foliage of a dawn redwood. Have we ever given due thought to the simplicity and complexity of water and its essential presence? Have we ever allowed ourselves thanksgiving for such a thing as sunlight and the ability of grass and leaves to manufacture chlorophyl from such a nebulous speedy interaction. Why or why are we not all destroyed by such a thing as photons coming at us at 186,000 miles per second? Should we not be thankful that light is not anymore substantial than it is? And are we not grateful that it is as substantial as it is?