How many angels can you fit on the tip of a pin, this age
old question hanging over me, and yet has only one real answer.
How many do you need when one is more than enough?
This idea that everybody has a guardian angel has always
puzzled me, as if God mass produced them to keep up with all the people popping
out, like a rubber stamp or on an assembly line.
One to one is enough if it is the right angle, whose soul
(do angels have souls like people?) is gentle and kind, unlike the stern nuns
who used to beat me in grammar school in order to bringing me salvation, and
get me back on track.
I keep looking over one shoulder for the angel God assigned
to me, then over my other shoulder for the one the Devil sent, the second
having had much more influence on me than my angel or the nuns, though more
than once I’ve wished for the protection angles are supposed to give, hoping
the good outweighs the bad I’ve done, and while I might blame it all on the
devil (the devil made me do it), I know I got here all on my own.
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