Magic

We relegate magic to the realm of fiction,
But surely that’s not true.
I hope that’s not true.
I know that’s not true.

The paint-can explosion in an early or late sky––
You’re telling me that’s normal?
I hope that’s not true.
I know that’s not true.

The stars––and even planets––so big light detours
Like avoiding a bully is mundane?
I hope that’s not true.
I know that’s not true.

Mapping out prime numbers on a grid makes patterns
In randomness, and that’s business-as-usual.
I hope that’s not true.
I know that’s not true.

The snaggle-toothed lisp of my little girl’s glee,
And her excitement over ice cream is prose, not poetry?
I hope that’s not true.
I know that’s not true.

The skipped heartbeat at the thought of my lover’s embrace––
If that’s not magic, I don’t know what is.
I refuse to believe otherwise.

What else would you call
speaking worlds into being,
transubstantiating water,
defying gravity,
parting seas,
forgiveness,
mercy,
love?

Magic.

10-23-2018

Prompt

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David’s Question (Adagem)

WHAT words are there to grip the marvel that
IS being known by Yahweh God, though you are but
MAN, who is less than a flea-cough, yet like the stars
THAT are called by name, so the Mighty Maker knows
YOU and–mirabile dictu–loves you! He shows His
CARE to you in a thousand ways a second,
FOR what molecule-breath could comprehend
HIM?

11-5-2015

Astronomy (Saraband)

O Yahweh, Maker of all things,
You Yourself s     t       r        e         t          c         h        e       d out the heavens.
You are with cherubim-song ringed.

O Wave-Treader, O Star-Namer,
Commander of celestial hosts:
Who am I to have such favor
That You would deign to bring me close?

A Saraband is a musical dance form, originally Asian, that was introduced to Spain and later France and Italy.

11-26-2014