Days of the Blessed

 When I was a child
I did not understand
Why only a few days
Were blessed.
I only knew that on those days
We had fun
Waiting to see
What the gods had given us.

Now I'm older
And wiser,
And I know our world 
Only stays real
When we believe that 
It exists.
But I don't know why
We're only allowed to believe
On the days of the blessed. 

I hear that for many
It's hard to believe
In what they can't see, 
For they can't see it
In their minds eye.
But on this day of the blessed,
Whoever chooses to celebrate,
I think we should remember
That the world is larger
Than what we are able to see.