"The Numinous, they used to play
They used to sing and dance
They used to love and say,
'The world is full of magic!'
"The Numinous, their playing was heard
In ever tale and laugh
In every poem of man and earth.
The heavens declared their play.
"The Numinous, their song was sung
By every rock and rill and stream and sea.
There was no language
where their voice was not heard.
"The Numinous, their dance was seen
Across the sky and in the stars
Skimming the surface of dawn and dusk, saying,
'The world is full of magic!'
"The Numinous, their love was felt
In every touch and every kiss,
In every heart and every soul.
All communion was filled with their presence.
"The Numinous, their words were echoed
On every lip and instrument and pen.
The whole earth in chorus sang,
'The world is full of magic!'
"The Numinous
are gone.
Their play
is gone.
Their song
is gone.
Their dance
is gone.
Their love
is gone.
Their word
is gone, is gone, is gone, is gone.
We have killed them.
We wash our hands of their blood.
The world was full of magic."
-Jon Vowell (c) 2008
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2 comments:
*is crying* I refuse to accept the fact that their magic is gone! The magic will never be gone as long as a few try and keep it alive. It can still be found on starlit nights, endless green fields, poetry, and the holy quiet of a church service.
End of rant. It was a lovely poem. Who wrote it?
....apologies for the idiocy of the question. I didn't see your name at the bottom. Yeah...open mouth, insert foot.
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