An angel of the Lord, descending from heaven,
came and rolled back the stone and sat on it.
Put that holy little butt right on it.
Maybe pulled out a sandwich.
Such is the regard God has
for whatever imprisons you.
Not that bad stuff never happens.
Jesus did die, after all.
The miracle recovery, the reconciliation,
the job, the parole, sometimes they fail.
But something’s bigger than your woes,
even your death.
Whatever stone’s in front of you,
just remember there’s a angel’s butt on it.
—April 24, 2017