Magic Only From Above

Contemplation falls suit

As I commute words to a page

That say one thing

And approve of my ring

of faith

nestled in my heart

and showing an art

to a place that registers

and measures me

in ways that say

I’ve been benefitted

From above

And nothing I do

Is of me

But you can see

The magic

In committing

To the one

That blew the horns

And opened the doors

To sanctity