Magic of Divinity

By Lucile Coleman

You made your solo flight one afternoon.
Civilian pilot, then, you flew the mail.
Time sailed as lightly as a toy balloon
And trailed enchantment, like a fairy tale.
I was a queen who daily watched Jack climb
Beanstalks of air. No giants to devour
Our happiness; no tallying of time.
Each second now is one eternal hour.
You fight to conquer a new Minotaur
Where bombs explode, and hope becomes the sword
With which I battle labyrinths of war;
My heart unwinding prayers to reach the Lord,
That through the magic of divinity,
The monster slain, you will return to me.

(1954)