365 Poems: August 8th, 2014

Some Call it Magic

My god is the Earth.

My goddess is the sky.

My preacher is a tree on the highway who cannot ask why.

My church is a garden filled with flowers gold.

My holy book is a story that’s never been told.

Some call it magic,

I know that it’s true

but it’s not as much magic as what’s out of view.

For the birds in the air and the fish in the sea,

some say it’s just magic.

I say it’s just me.

 

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