MAGIC STONE

Of the power possessed by crystals, I know

You’re skeptical: I too find it unlikely

Inorganic compounds, cut just so,

Quicken immune systems in the sickly,

Or that amulets gemmed with amethyst

Win wearers renewed continence,

Or that staurolite senses keys we lost,

And emerald, blissed-out omniscience.

But face it: there’s intelligent grace

To molecules just clicking into place,

Some grand scheme in coincident bonds

To which a God-starved nature responds.

So when our heartbeat speeds from the feeling,

How wrong is it to call that healing?