It was dress down day in Heaven
All approved by The Good Lord
For even Angels in Heaven
Can get a just little bored
Think of all those chosen
To balance on a pin’s head
Think of their relief at doing
Some other thing instead
A sort of Heavenly Leap Day
Though not letting up on sin
Some folk got an extra day
As they were not letting in
St Peter was so pleased
After many millenniums of wait
They were finally getting round
To oiling his beloved Pearly Gates
Century after year after month
After endless endless weeks
He’d had to sit there and listen ‘
To their annoying squeaks
Wings were re-feathered
Robes washed and spring cleaned
The smartest bunch of Angels
The Good Lord had ever seen
And as the day ended
And they climbed back on their pins
There was such an air of contentment
As they readied to let the waiting lot in
And the Good Lord said to Peter
It doesn’t do any harm to show
I am God of understanding and compassion
Not just that God of Wrath and Woe
The feeling that you are on the edge
of a precipice, and although things
have been going downhill for a while,
this tis either the final drop or not.
You’ve cast your vote for hope
yet can see darkness descending.
As I sat in quondam agony and anguish,
The inimical air stales through my nose.
A teary, terrorising sting like a potent radish,
So envious of shared beds and emotions volubly composed.
Weakened by haste I screamed in ignominity,
Unaware of these eyes of judgement swelling my wounds.
I pushed away the triffid times. Silently. Cautiously.
On my knees i begged for repletion in ruins.
I stood up with broader clarity yet ponderous,
Awaiting the moments of interregnum once 'He' was king,
Looked up to the persed skies on edge with sights so wonderlous,
Trying to share such cogent details to you in the interim.
A Wraith. Such shock and surprise, I ought to follow.
So suddenly, the despair secretes out of my soul.
Confabulating the past while smiles start to nourish what used to be hollow.
Thankful I avoided the burking. Blandish with touch, sprouting to be whole.
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