We wait for the odd angels to hear our prayers, wait so long

we’re not surprised when they descend clumsily and awkwardly like

large, winged elephants. When you’re this lost

you’ll take any type of salvation you can get, even if

the Messiah that shows up is dangling from a lowered rope

or has scores of helium balloons tied around His waist.
When the floodgates of Heaven finally open up

we’re all surprised to find we know people in the incoming crowd

who really don’t belong there, should not be in line

for eternal bliss or redemption. Rumors cycle

regarding possible payoffs and bribes, miscommunications of

the general Message, someone says your name

and laughs.