A bit of a story about Celtic magic derived from a much larger story:
The God Smiles by Michael Doyle The God smiles in sanctification Blessing His love in its purification Lessons taught in the Garden's tending Such is the face worn in its pretending Demons drive the rage we keep inside While pretending otherwise with great pride All of the pretense that we burn Are lessons still greater than we'll learn Elsewhere, a sleepy village wakes at dawn Wishing only for life and peace to go on Death wakes to life from burning embers While the wolf peers out from the timbers (c) July 18, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
