how many angels
can fit on the tip of a pin
or in the City of Angels
or in some limbo place
we envision but can't quite see
we are all encumbered by
our own personal guardian angel
perched on their shoulder
like a raven
keeping us from harm
while advising us
what is right from wrong
did she mean to have a personal devil too
perched on her other shoulder
the way old cartoons
depict
tempting each of us
with pleasures no Angel can provide
giving us the option
to
give up eventual
salvation
in some remote world for
pleasures we might
enjoy right here on Earth
do we dare risk it
sell our soul so cheap
give up the promised
Land we cannot see
for promises we can feel or taste
salvation and illusion we hope for
even pray to achieve
when what we need
we can't achieve on our knees
regardless of the number of angels
on the top of a pin
or on our shoulders
when there is so much
more to offer
on the other side
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