paganpoetry Offline

[But We Want Magic]

[The Voice of God by Mary Karr]

Ninety percent of what’s wrong with you
could be cured with a hot bath,
says God from the bowels of the subway.
but we want magic, to win
the lottery we never bought a ticket for.
(Tenderly, the monks chant, embrace
the suffering.) The voice of God does not pander,
offers no five year plan, no long-term
solution, nary an edict. It is small & fond & local.
Don’t look for your initials in the geese
honking overhead or to see thru the glass even
darkly. It says the most obvious crap—
put down that gun, you need a sandwich.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
[Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, prodigious and fantastic Headmaster of Hogwarts ]