The Wizard of Oz
The Wizard of Oz: A Gnostic Journey
“The thing is, my green girlie, it is not for a girl, or a student, or a citizen to assess what is wrong. This is the job of leaders, and why we exist.”
–The Wizard, in Gregory Maguire’s Wicked.
He filled the chamber with reechoed ire.
We fled then as he planned that we would flee.
We fled as if from Heaven’s final fire
In a trite text of eschatology.
With gut response our hearts could not agree,
However — couldn’t quite say why we fled.
Was it the booming voice — or possibly
The great big puffy insubstantial head?
On a path to the witch then we were led
By a fate we had failed to understand.
We fetched the broomstick, charged with aimless dread.
That was one thing, we learned, that wasn’t planned.
The wizard’s shout turned out to be a buzz–
Far less effectual than Toto was.