Magic

A poem about religion

I lit the candles
For the souls that lost their way
The lonely and the sick
All you have to do is pay

Handed out the bread
And a little sip of wine
Said a little magic
That made it all divine

I lit the candles
For the mood to be just right
A little dash of righteousness
More dramatic when at night

Flowing robes and colors
Made it all seem so surreal
Minds that looked for hope
Bodies that hoped to heal

The organ it did resonate
As the trodden sang their song
Eternal life is just in reach
I’m sure it wont be long

Handed out the bread
And a little sip of wine
Said a little magic
That made it all divine

I lit the candles
For the sinners in us all
What difference will it make
When we reach the final call

The work of faith
Does not come cheap
Pass the plate for it is gold
Spun from labor of the sheep

All done in open majesty
Like kings that came before
Take from those who need it most
Just robbing from the poor

Handed out the bread
And a little sip of wine
Said a little magic
That made it all divine

I extinguished all the candles
Mogen David put away
Its time to count the blessings
That we took from them today