Willie Wideman-Pleasants, poem called Magic

I Don’t believe objects can
disappear into thin air.

I Don’t believe that a rabbit can
appear from the bottom of a hat.

I Don’t believe that you can
Be put together after being sawed in half

I don’t believe that you can
fly without a string for support.
For those things are magic.

I do believe that God can put you back together
after life’s stresses rip you apart.

I do believe that with God’s support
you cannot fail.

For those thing are not magic but REAL