Only Very Awkward Angels

For some celestial reason, only very

awkward angels who don’t excel at flight,

stumble over prayer, bumble through

the simplest tasks of rendering angelic care

are called upon to sit by those in

the unthinkable abyss of having lost a child.

Somehow in their affectionate ineptitude,

their fumbling loving delicate success

consists in their persuasively providing,

better than all other angels, the only certainty

with which a shattered heart can reconcile:

God is not a horror show. God is mild.

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