What Tis It About Angels? Poem by David Whalen

They usually are barefoot
That they never wear shoes
They seem to like flip flops or sandals
as the footwear they choose

That they almost always wear white
Never chartreuse or puce
And their garb’s never tailored
It’s always flowing and loose

Is it strange that there’s
no female Angels in the bible
Is there a gender bias
For which that Holy book’s liable

And isn’t it odd
That Those beautiful wings
Must surely prevent them
From leaning back against things

Do Angels wear underwear
If they do I wonder what
Good Lord, not thongs or speedos
To cover an angelic butt

Do they ever have bad hair days
Do they ever feel depressed or let down
Do they ever smile or laugh out loud
Have you ever seen one grimace or frown

Did they have to practice or audition
to sing in that heavenly choir
That celebrated Jesus birthday
Upon his birth in that manger bower

Can one reach out and touch an Angel
They’re always reaching out with ethereal grace
I like to think you can touch an Angel
As long as you don’t touch it in an inappropriate place

Are they splendid illusions
Or specifically and truly tendered players
I believe that they’re not simplistic illusions
But are rendered true by faith and prayers

They exist in a world as of leprechauns and elves
And require a leap of faith to become real
But they are quite real, we can assure ourselves
If we believe in them, with true religious zeal