There is a room full of people.
Some, too young to
understand what is happening.
Those who fall asleep,
on their mother's laps.
Then those old enough to know something
important is happening,
yet too innocent to know
the meaning of words spoken.
Next those classified by
designer brands and large followers.
Even those, who usually
hide beneath the mask of
instagram, Facebook and Twitter
lay down their phones.
Those who well understand
the meaning of the words,
of the sin,
and stand up tall as examples
for their kids.
Finally those, too old to
sit up property, who,
through the magic of the
words transform,
and stand up on their shaky legs.
All those together, and united.
United by the same
belief and the same words.
This is the magic,
that we seek.
We hide under a desire to
purge ourselves of sin,
which I'm sure is true,
yet let me tell you.
The true magic of this
thing you created, are
moments like these.