As with God’s great love
We often live with magic
Sometimes like, equal,
The times we tell things, “Stay there,”
Or ask a door, “Please, stay closed,”
Or say a quick prayer over lost items,
That we find and praise the Lord.
We depend on God’s largesse
For moments of everyday blessing
Or taken another way His magic.
When love enters the plane
Of the mundane is a blessed magical
Occurrence that enraptures existence
Two opposite beings, often strangers,
Find commonalities that fuse them
In an alchemical combination
That ties disparate ingredients into
Agents who are loathe to part,
Only God could orchestrate all
The events and coincidences involved
With the magic that happens
At the perfect setting in time,
Magic, quite simply Love Divine.
So when our heads rattle
As if empty and our words
Become rare, let us not despair,
Think of how God is able
To provide every gift we need,
More generously and abundantly
Than we could ever request,
And pray the words appear,
No surprise, God hears.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
The prompt for the Poem A Day Challenge Coundown on Poetic Asides today is “Magic.” This may be my final entry today. Four poems might be enough.
I hope all are well and healthy. May those sojourning at home during this hiatus in the world be gifted with prodigious creativity and a feeling of peace that embraces all their lives.
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