April 5 - Why Do We Dream of Magic

Why Do We Dream of Magic?

As long as Earth has been,
   Since the Garden even,
When we believed that awful lie,
   That we could be like gods,
We've wondered what our world
   Would be if we had wands to wave
Or secret words to say
   To make things happen magically.

But such power does not belong 
   To us. Such miracles are forged
In the arena of the angels and of He
   Who knit the universe together. 
Whose inward breath expands the fabric
   Of the cosmos and whose every exhale 
Ignites a myriad of stars and spins
   The living worlds into the void. 

So we invent our little stories of the faerie races
   Created with the talents we have been given;
And we make up tales of noble magic folk,
   That in this world could sadly not endure.
For such power corrupts we're told, but no,
    We can imagine magic wielded to the good,
But in the end dark men would come who strive
    For the corruptible crown that sorcery wears.

The universe has rules built into its very bones,
    It makes no allowance for a circumvention
Of the laws that make the the seas to fill with life
    Clothes the mountains and greens the valleys.
So, who are we to wish for magic when
    What we want is mystery, permanence and joy?
But should we take a quiet look around we'd see,
    In Him, the enduring awe and wonder that we seek.

© 2020 by Tom King