invocation

(the writing prompt for today was: magic) 

we lay our hands on the head of a child the sick the dying and

we say words, calling for help asking for some intervention of unseen

spirits presence an invocation an invitation to the Unseen be it the saints 

or Jesus or loved ones that still seem to linger 

we say words to empower to break up the dark things that keep the good

from getting in go away cancer be gone draining spirits let me child know 

she is loved protect envelope give wisdom 

we're surprised when it happens when the depressed get up and dance 

when the dying decide to live for another day when a devastated community

responds with love instead of hate 

words thrown up and out to who-knows-where pleading with whoever's-out-there

to help to save 

and there is that unseen hand in the dark that person who drops into our life who

changes the landscape of our lives there's relief and breath and hope a way 

made out of no way a path in the wilderness in the madness there is shelter a gentle 

push on the back to keep going believing in the invisible the wonder the hidden goodness

the light that never went out but we couldn't see 

we invoke we lay hands we plead we raise our fists we implore and sometimes

sometimes all the cogs of the unverserse kick into place the light gets through a door

opens a darkened window bursts open with light and it feels 

like 

magic