deep magic

I hover between rejoicing and grief
My brothers life is saved.
Cancer defeated with the deep magic
of science and the deep magic of prayer.
He will grow old now, his blood newly
Created and restored.

On my knees,
I rejoice and shout with tears,
Praising the God of creation and healing.

These tears mingle with despair
For our nation, its cancer, metastatically blighting
Families undone.
I am undone from the cries of babies
And grieving mothers clutching their empty arms.

I shout to the God of strangers,
To save those angels we turn away
Inhospitably in our hot deserts,
The infants pulled from their mothers breasts
To crouch on hard hearted floors.

I look for the magic to find the cure,
The deep magic of hope and love.
Save these lives too, I pray.
Restore and re-create the country I once knew
Bring back that deep magic
Of welcome asylum,
That deep magic of sanctuary and home.

8 thoughts on “deep magic

  1. So beautifully expressed–our reality is so hard –I never thought we would inflict so much cruelty on those who need kindness most–

  2. I am so glad your brother has been cured, my friend. And I share your grief at the suffering of all of those parents and children, hear their haunting cries. I dont know how the humans following these orders can live with themselves. Especially cruel, the order not to comfort the children. I dont recognize north america right now. NEVER thought fascism would come to our shores. We fought wars against it.

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