It’s a concoction of unknown formula and luck,
Changeable in the array of fortunes distributed.
Success tastes sweet and warms one’s confidence,
More rights than wrongs reassure nervy first steps.
Broken hearts love the comfort of another embrace,
Hugs are never too many in the meeting of emotions.
A few words of surprise say more than a long sermon,
Sincerity seeps through the eyes and into the soul.
Honesty is nurtured in the manner of truthfulness,
Spiritual wellbeing envelops and encourages fervour.
Moments of abject despair and dwindling enthusiasm,
Gradually heartened by promise and a touch of magic.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 01/10/2014
Poetry Jam: ‘Magic.’…