Magician’s religion

by T.P. Wilkinson / March 17th, 2019

in this universe
infinite imagining
was there a beginning
where once it did start
waving a wand
sleight of hand by the smart?

Does anything here
does love by itself
come from magic
or money
with sex
from the shelf?
If the sun and the seas
we never made
what invoices show
that we for life paid?

Foreboding
forgiving
for happiness waiting
prayers and magic spells
cash registered wedding bells
reluctantly ringing
salvaging sorrow
fed by the dead
to the living
tomorrow.

T.P. Wilkinson, Dr. rer. pol. writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..

This article was posted on Sunday, March 17th, 2019 at 8:04am and is filed under Poetry.