Angels

God is too large a project,

Requiring more than the mind can absorb.

Angels, being messengers,

Are easily described and a fit subject.

Telling a story of God

Evokes unlimited images, some formidable.

Angels usually transparent, with wings and a wand,

Are summoned comfortably,

It is a rare child who is not delighted 

When visited by an angel.

It is the unique person who, when calling on God,

Does not invoke an awesome presence.

Why does calling on God, 

Never carry a light note,

While Angels are invariably 

Accepted as friendly and gentle?

Of course there are exceptions:

One Angel might bring a warning,

Another may wish to do battle,

But we do not invite these into our homes.

When my granddaughter turns two

I will introduce her to a magical Angel,

One who knows how to make laughter,

And bring little puffy clouds and sunshine.