More Than Magic

I was lying beneath the canopy of a velvet sky, my backbone pressed against the fine pebbles as I connected the stars, making friends with what’s beyond. In my fiction-lensed eyes, everything evokes surrealism. 

There are no fairy godmothers or genie in a bottle. Neither dragons nor unicorns. But look around into the swirling vibe of magic that holds the planets suspended in the middle of the Universe. Look within, into the sparks cast in the hearts of the chosen. Feel your soul, as you breathe in and out a miracle.

Someone arranged the Cosmos in perfect order, dotting every movement for His great purpose. A Master of Creativity paints every sunshines and sunsets. He makes the flowers bloom in summer. Autumn colors fade into winter whites then burst into vibrant palettes when the spring comes.

There are unseen hands that sculpt smiles after our tears and create beauty out of our brokenness. An indelible Love that covers our ugliest scars. A Shepherd who chose death for the life of His prodigal lambs.

We are lavished with so much love we don’t deserve and there’s nothing quite as magic as something that real.