The Lore of Thaumaturge Aldus of the Sun

People ask for miracles. They need
the wheat to ripen, rain to fall, the herd
of cows to get with calf. Portents in seed
and stumble. Folk do not believe a word
of magic until plans begin to fail
and children weaken. Then they ask and beg
a drop of mercy. Thus begins the tale
of thaumaturgy. Get up, put one leg
before the other. Those who dig and hoe
the roots and weeds are not so different than
us magic workers. Wherever we go
we do our best in our allotted spans,
succour the helpless. But when we succeed
we fade from memory, from word and deed.

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