The Magic of God
Some might say, well what is the magic of God? For me, the Magic of God is really simple, you see.
It’s the robin on my morning walk, leading the way, joyfully hopping form pillar, to post, to the ground and back up, never going more than a few yards from me. It’s the colours of the trees in autumn, the luminous, red, oranges and yellow glowing brightly for all to see. It’s the frost on the windows and the grass, on the trees, and plants making beautiful patterns and making the whole world sparkles like diamonds. It the golden birch leaves as the trees change colour, they are like golden gems hanging delicately and exquisitely from the trees, it’s the leaves on the ground in beautiful colours and patterns, the deer’s I see on my morning walk, with their little white tales bouncy away from me, or standing so still in their absolute sensitivity, or their eyes watching me in the dark through the trees. It’s the little red squirrel that appears and runs up a tree, the tiny purple flowers at my feet as I walk through the woods.
It’s in standing in the garden in the pitch black, looking up at a clear night and the stars, it’s in the huge night moon, and the sunlight shining through the trees, it’s in every colour of nature, and the hills all around me. It’s in the stillness of the trees, or the joy of my puppy bouncing with all four feet off the ground. It’s in hearing an owl hoot, listening to the birds sign and chirp, watching butterfly play or the swallows fly overhead. It’s in a baby rabbit running past the car on my way out the drive to work, it’s in my dogs eyes, or a child’s hands.
It’s in seeing and hearing the geese, ducks or swans fly overhead. It’s in seeing the northern lights driving home, or holding a newborn lamb, the Magic of God is endless, and is there for all to feel and see, it never goes away, or hides, or only shows itself to a chosen few, it’s there everyday, every moment, free for everybody.