“I do believe in magic. I do, I do, I do…” repeats the Cowardly Lion in the original Wizard of Oz motion picture. And I do as well. Perhaps the Celtic blood that flows in my veins which includes tales of Leprechauns, Fairies and enchantment gives me a unique sparkle of belief that magic does occur in our lives. Not focusing on the creepy Lucifer kind but good ole’ white magic. Magic where good always wins over evil. Magic where three wishes make wonderful things happen. Magic where you stop and look with your eyes, you hear with your ears, you smell and taste but still can’t explain what just happened…
…that kind of magic
I encountered a moment today; on St. Patrick’s Day of all days.
I was in a religious congregation where the feeling in the sanctuary was a gathering of good hearted people sitting together, but drifting in their thoughts. I observed because I was drifting too. Babies were crying, people were walking in and out, some were checking their phones, a few asleep, me stifling a cough all, while a preacher spoke about …?
Then three young adult sisters walked up to the microphone. A gifted pianist began a brief intro and the sister in the center, with the most clearest soprano voice, began the first verse of the song, If You Could Hie to Kolob. arr. by Ralph Vaughan Williams, 1872–1958, from the English Hymnal. Then the other two sang in harmony and with every single note they drew each of us in like magic.
The spell enveloped the crowd.
It was silent.
No one moved.
When they sat down the spell lingered in the air like the last sparkles of fireworks light…then vanished.
Roald Dahl declares:
“Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”