The simplicity of magic,
Is joining passion with persistence,
Never giving up,
Makes imagination real.
The first essential need,
Bringing magic into life,
A non-negotiable term,
It is the skill to feel.
To feel is not entitled,
It is a skill to be honed,
A stone requiring polish,
Each and every day.
It’s glory comes through pain,
Made more precious through the fire,
Adding beauty to the world,
In a very special way.
Along the way are stones,
Each a different color,
Catching the light of God,
Creating a rainbow through love.
A precious stone enfolded,
Within gray rock of the earth,
Requires free will sparks of change,
To capture the glorious light from above.
With many colored gemstones,
Beneath the sun’s rays,
Each one will reflect,
A different hue of fire.
Let our feelings reflect,
God’s perfect light above,
Through the colors of our gifts,
And love will take it higher.
