There will be a time when even if
an angel appeared--
messenger of heaven, robes of white pooling on your bathroom floor--you would not be comforted.
It would not take to your chest as a sweet, cooling balm to open the lungs and sooth the throat.
It would not appease
but it would shake your airways with a wild, rattling cry
for every appearance of God or of Miracles would do nothing but render pain.
God may send an angel nonetheless.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 12:05 AM UTC
There will be a time when even if
an angel appeared--
messenger of heaven, robes of white pooling on your bathroom floor--you would not be comforted.
It would not take to your chest as a sweet, cooling balm to open the lungs and sooth the throat.
It would not appease
but it would shake your airways with a wild, rattling cry
for every appearance of God or of Miracles would do nothing but render pain.
God may send an angel nonetheless.
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