A Sorcerer's Apprehension

When I was youthful
Magic was conjuring spirits
Or crossing the Waters.

Bounding boulder to cliff,
It was easy to scorn
The healers tending the sick.

What's the use of wizardry
That just keeps a person
Inside his normal state?

My frame has settled
And so, perhaps, my aim,
As I feel the draft of passing.

Harmony, renewal and Sings
Now focus my remaining sands
Into patterns of healing purpose.

What is the value of sorcery
For a person whose body
Cannot lift itself to soar?

LMC - 8 August 1995