I wonder if the angels are disappointed
looking over the earth, seeing
how little progress we’ve made
after thousands of generations,
still barbaric and hateful,
or if they are just more patient
than most of us, knowing
what is coming, only slowly,
or if perhaps they do not think of time
at all but only see us as we are,
walking each on our roads,
each with our burden,
some dancing,
and that great, deep music
floating up out of us.
— August 14, 2018