A Message

A message An angel sat on the window ledge Wanted to come in which was understandable It was a cold night. Walk through the window glass for heaven’s sake, you are an angel the angel refused it would ruffle its wings. He opened the window and let it in and since it was worried about its looks he took it to be a female. The angle denied this insisted it was sexless, God had sent her (he refused to call it It) The message was.: It has come to my attention that my son Jesus is an avid reader of your poems, and as you know, he isn`t well since the crucifixion has become left winged (pardon the pun). He forms his worldview according to what you write, so be a good man and tone it down a bit or else! God is your friend. So why didn`t he say so himself? Well she said he doesn’t like to interfere with human affairs.