Magic – a poem


By Addison Lucchi


From a seed grows a tree,

In our sky shines a sun –

What word, can describe this, but “magic”?


Every child that’s born,

Someone new and unique –

Each, in his differences, holds magic.


Time moves, always changing,

In patterns of seasons –

Time’s paradox, itself, is magic.


Though there is such darkness,

Light always shines brighter –

Light has, over dark, greater magic.


God created the Earth,

Yet He calls us His own –

His love, for His children, is magic.


For us, so unworthy,

He surrendered His Son –

Salvation, is truly, deep magic.


With so many wonders,

So much life, hope, and joy –

How can I, not believe, in magic?

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