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.