Innovation's Needed Magic

There are many paths that lead to Everland

(Though I might say there was only one)

The simplest were what happy profundity found

Hid of the heart’s own conundrum belted amidst the ruse

Which holds the float and hangs the line about

And takes the parted thing and with it wreathes 

A wrap around its folded outer sound

To harbour all, in all the edging parts of hope

For where the standing places wrest illusion’s sacred part

It forces rinds in saltings in comings through their skins

And flowing upwards and in the favoured lengthy hasp

Ever folding onwards, called of love’s own working

Then were all of Everland’s homeward myths, a pardon

Which coming flooding in, in waves of marvelled wonderings

Take life by the hand

Helping those who wait, to lose their fear

To stagnate not

Nor fade in knowledge through too much of it

And so to lead life always on

Through innovation’s awesome magic

Advancing every branch of art

Reviving sight in losing it

Until, so familiar with life’s illusive key –

The letting go to find it 

Lamb's wouldn't stumble

Not even on the hardest paths of light’s encoding

Finding there of joyous faith and trust  

A more excellent way of loving