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A flurry of feathers, a screeching skid
Just soft enough to escape exposure
The rush of air that swept us amid
An uprising of indignant halo-bearers.
A series of wailing lachrymose laments
And from the softest of lips
From the purest of hearts
Sprang forth an unexpected torrent of remarks.
"That boy under my charge is just too naughty
Trying to get him in place is driving me crazy!
And that girl over yonder is much too headstrong
Soon enough trouble she'll meet headlong!"
A heated complaint that goes unawares
This cry of unfairness echoes silently
But throughout the evening clouded skies
A chorus of thousands resounds in elegy.
"There's too much work for me to manage!"
"Guarding the gates of Eden is too boring!"
"Those children are unrepentable jackasnapes!"
"Send another to grant miracles this morning!"
And amidst it all, deadbeat and weary
Dreading all the dissatisfaction
From cherub to angel, dominion to principality
The Seraphim emptied his flooding inbox of protestations.
| This is great, I jokingly said of an accident-prone friend of mine,(who refused to be careful) she's gone through more guardian angels than you can imagine, they keep quitting! I like this theme, and feel qualified to relate to your ideas. |
I like how you've given more than one example of
angels' disgruntled attitude, It's funny too how the complaints just disappear, accomplished by the powers that be. This is a telling way to end, because isn't that what we humans do...just give it up?
Nice job, thanks for sharing this,
|| Posted on 2005-02-16 00:00:00 | by nansofast | [ Reply to This ] || this made me laugh at the site of a line of angels marching back and forth in front of the pearly gates with picket signs! how unique! i had posted a poem about my guardian angel that i have since deleted, but i figured she was way overworked and needed a vacation, as she leaned against a doorway with singed wingtips for having flown too close to my fire. i prefer to think of them all as playing frisbees with their halos or some other such fun stuff out there in the great beyond. thanks for the laugh!||| Posted on 2005-02-15 00:00:00 | by magnicat | [ Reply to This ] |