Magical

Well, the fact is,

we are magical.

All of us.

And we will see it

in any medium we engage with —

clay or iron or words,

seed or song or smiles —

Each will yield its magic

in response to ours

And the voice that scoffed,

“Be real,” was just the screech

of chains, the wing-clipping 

croak of bondage and despair.

It holds no place

in our right mind.

It is befitting

that we bring magic

to all we do,

that we call forth

profound cooperation,

hitherto unseen gifts

from what we work with,

that we be magical.

It is the secret key of wisdom,

forged in love,

and it is real.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 19, 2013