30 August 2012
I lifted up my crooked wand, Held it over head, And in timbre, deepened voice, I clearly, loudly, said:
'This babe, I bless with beauty! This babe, I bless with charm! This babe, I bless with nervelessness! And never ending calm!'
With that I waved my wooden steele, And watched as lights arose, Golden lights; the baby shook, From tiny head to toes.
The softest coo of warm delight, The parents looked on, proud, And as the peers exclaimed aloud, I slipped into the crowd.
A Wizard's Gift. • Opuss № I