We are created
to be hungry for stories,
told and treasured
in myths, fairy stories,
unto parables and proverbs,
(to ponder in our length of days)
given as
food for the wayfarer's soul.
There are those who
cry out against imagination,
condemn Harry Potter
as bad magic
yet, it is these very people
often in high places,
who would treat the Holy Eucharist
as magic.
Don't get me wrong.
It is the wayfarer's holy bread
when in the state of grace.
Indeed, it as a magic potion
transforming death to life.
However,
in the sorry state of sin
it will poison the soul
with condemnation and grief.
Unworthily eaten
it cannot save your soul.
Be careful, you who are guardians of
this greatest Treasure,
the words of St. Catherine
might be pronounced against you
for she says
God will use you to feed his flock
then send you into that fiery darkness
imagination could only hint
in stories told.
Harry knew all about these evils
fought constantly in battles
unasked for.
Even he had to practice
magic's hard daily work of living,
finding love where there isn't any.
