Wouldn't It Be Grand To Be An Angel
Wouldn't it be grand to be an angel
and have your address
"The Realms of the Glory of God"?
And swing on rainbows,
and gather stars in your pockets,
winging in and out of earth
in a flurry of moondust
with the messages of God?
Comforting the distressed, warning the righteous,
delivering the just, guarding little children?
Of course, we can comfort and warn
and deliver and guard.
Maybe, if we get that right,
we can swing on rainbows later.
Ann Weems, "Kneeling in Bethlehem," 1980.