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Magic

November 29, 2007

(written at our church retreat a couple of weeks ago)

What is it?
words fail me
what it is, what it’s not
why I care, why I try,
why I want to quit, but won’t
I’m addicted to it, and I don’t know what it is

It is washing dishes and disagreeing
it is cooking and walking
it is listening, and speaking
it is scrimping and lavishing
it is chasing kids and making coffee
it is shopping at midnight
it is drinking beer and caring
it is talking about life, and faith, and the mystery between
it is taking pictures and driving
it is hookah and karaoke
it is teasing and supporting at the same time,
playing with your brother and pushing him over

It is everything, and it is nothing
it is living like everything matters, and everything is meaningless
it is free, but you’d sell your soul for it
it is a secret, but you’d tell anyone
if you could just describe it.

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2 Responses to “Magic”

  1. Ken Tennyson says:

    Mike, this is beautiful. Thank you.

  2. Kim B., kislanykim@yahoo.com says:

    Mike — I don’t know why, really, but I googled you tonight and found your blog. And I have spent hours now ‘catching up’ with you and Stacy and all you’ve been through since we left 1310 N. Oak. My heart goes out to you for your grace in the face of your loss, and the beauty of Ella, and just everything. So – a lot more retroactive prayers being offered up tonight (do those work?!) as well as simple thanks for your beautiful writing (Stacy done good to encourage you to start this blog). All best to the both of you, (the three of you!) – Your old neighbor, Kim

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