Today’s Prayer: 9.27.03
Hey, You.
I pray for you that you believe in magic. Yeah, magic. That certain fantastic something that catches you off guard and takes your breath away. That moment when you realize how easy it is to smile. How effortless it is to reach out and touch someone; their hand, their shoulder, their chin in the cup of your palm.
I pray that you believe in magic and those little wishes and sighs that are said in glances askance, between the lines of postit notes, in the humming of tunes, and in the thought and memory of times past and hopes future.
I pray that you believe in magic and take the smallest of moments in thanks to the universe for the good things that have come to you and the lessons from those rougher times.
I pray that you believe in magic. And trust. Me.
It’s there. This magic. This thing that makes it easy to rest your eyes at night. This thing that makes your heart crack open just a bit. This thing that pours honey and wine over your tongue so that it loosens up and becomes less timid to express the magic within you too.
There’s magic here, between you and I. Do you feel it?
Yes yes. Smile, though we’ll never speak of it. You know. This wild thing of magic. It’s there within you. And that’s why I’ve loved you for so long.
This magic that’s crossed our paths once, maybe twice this past decade. This magic that’s made us know that our hearts were knit akin to each other in creation and find refuge in knowing that the other was found and would always be there.
This magic that speaks truth when we fail to have the courage otherwise. This magic that wraps itself over our shoulders on cold nights, miles between us. This magic that you’ve forgotten about, it seems. Remember the magic, my love. The magic that’s still under your skin. Near your wrists where your veins run blue, it’s so near the surface you could taste it.
This magic that makes you beautiful to me. Don’t let them tear you down. Don’t let them steal your flame. Don’t let them cause you to regret or doubt who you are and the magic that you choose to use in healing others instead of shredding them.
Don’t let them make you like them, those jealous ones who don’t know what it’s like to have a heart so wide and big that it has no choice but to bump into things like walls and strangers. That heart so large that occasionally it topples you over with it’s weight so that it gets scraped against the gravel.
Dear friend, remember, this magic is a blessing always. Precious as is the very breath in your lungs. The beat of your heart rises with it. This magic. Do you believe?
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