Why wish for a return

to some imagined realm of calm,

when everything seemed as it should be,

like a God inspired Psalm?

Peace on earth.

Affordable housing for all.

No such thing as the Atomic Bomb.

As if each of us owned a back pack

stuffed with a Weasley tent,

(small enough to cram in a nap sack

but with room enough for all.)

A place where Harry Potter smiles and gushes,

“I love Magic!”

Sorry, Harry.

There’s never been a time of total Peace.

You see,

Humans need disruption and the threat of worse.

For chaos is our friend!

Out of the whirlwind comes change,

perhaps for the better,

even for the good.

But out of stasis,

comes nothing but that which is.

Contentment,

perhaps,

but more likely,

mere continuation,

where no new growth can push up and out.

A time stagnant as the grave.

Pray, therefore,

for tornados in your life..

Embrace them when they roar towards you,

twisting and cracking

your world out of joint.

For from under the rubble left behind,

grow the seedlings of the New.

And that, you see, is the point.