A Touch Of Magic Poem by Doris Cornago

Silent night...do you hear the whisper in the wind?
The mountains stand as stalwart sentinels
Unmoved by the changing of climates
But stars twinkle with the secret
Covered by the ghostly
Clouds creeping
Like soft
Cotton
A
Touch
Of magic
Warms our hearts
The all-seeing eyes see
The all-knowledgeable comes
He will not forfeit the inheritance
We are all created; we are not alone
Not the big bang, nor fusion, nor evolution
Not an afterthought; we are sent on commission