Centipede

 Angel wings

Strings to heaven

Tendrils of music like feathers

Called blessings

Mystery 

Comes in the confession

Attention to detail

Comes in the confession

We believe

In sacred geometry

Trees fall leaves

And souls pay attention

Profession

Is as much human

As is the obsession

Jacob's Ladder ascends

In infinite upward direction

Protection

Angels fell in

Insurrection

We offer alms

Turn up our palms

And keep marching

Up the ladder

Glass ceilings shatter

Ether rains

Souls in stars

We're made of cosmic matter