Echoes of magic
A poetic longing

Alike an echo Love’s sweet voice is calling me yonder, chaperoned by a magic light from the first days of creation. It seems to me as if the spirits of our beloved ancestors are trying to convey their concerns and ancient wisdom.
In my mind, a vivid sense of déjà-vu is unveiling and unfolding, a mnemonic of imagery destined to unearth possible futurity, when perfection in paradise was still carried by all life, a peaceful environment safe to the bosom of our prosperity.
My mind shifts to impressions of apparently erstwhile generations, descrying an era when elixirs were in control of life and death. What alchemy once paved the way for professedly the end of suffering? Was that only in the ancient land or do we still seek that magic today?
We are all longing for that place, our wish for a blissful homecoming, where gentle rain drops sunlight on the countries of our new existence. Where miracles and reality will create a wonderful heartland, an abundance of well-being, where give and take go hand in hand.
We’ve melted ores, split rock and stone, and put our fate in higher powers. For a taste of the Promised Land, we’ve reached out for the skies with tall towers. Some of us may even pursue psychic mastery to preserve mysterious magic, in an attempt to revive a mythical world that we only know from legends.
Even I have searched for truth and surety fueled by a vision of immortality, seeking the world’s treasures in an existential longing for the life-giving light. On a journey, learning various cultures for the solace of my inner being, to set my footsteps on a time path of infinite life without beginning and end.
The inexplicable of the mystique of life has always fought for our attention, for every community has its miracles that come to life in our dreams. God knows that we can experience the magic through our interconnectedness, that can create coherent synchronicity in our existence, our minds, and souls.
I cherish the wonders in joyful eyes, they show me a mirror of Heaven, they give me an encouraging perspective of the unseen world of tomorrow. And listening to the enchanting echoes of hopeful and heartening voices, I’m reassured we’ll find a way to build a harmonious, peaceful morrow.
It will be difficult, no doubt, for all parties must make compromises. We all must be willing to show kindness, be grateful, and make sacrifices. But with compassion in our hearts and creations in our arms, we can build a new civilization and find a way to a truthful existence.
Listening to the sounds of the echoes, I hear the music of magical poetry, filled with enchanting highlights inducing an enlightening impetus. I hope His words shall awake us to the inevitability of a peaceful reality, and we’ll fulfill our longings to change our world into a place called Home.
Stay safe and be well! 💕
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For every poem or post I write, I’m adding in a poem that has really touched and inspired me. This one is from Gladysdaeweeks:
Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed this, enclosed are a few of my other stories and a link to one of my recently published Poetry bundle ‘Celestial Days: Spirit of Hope and Happiness (Illuminating Poesy Book 3)">Celestial Days, Spirit of Hope and Happiness’:







