In my experience,
Angels arrive quietly, not dancing on pinheads or making a great flapping
Of wings to announce themselves.
I always miss them completely,
Realizing only days later that they must have been responsible
For the feathery footprints in the snow on my doorstep.
I would have invited them in
If they had been more obvious and
If I hadn’t been busy with serious matters,
But I’m sure that angels understand that’s how life is.
Some day when I have less on my mind
They’ll be back again and I will be a proper host.
I will set out scones and tea, and we will chat about whatever it is that
I would like it to be said, when they return home, that they were
I have made myself this promise each time, I know,
And I have always vowed to be more watchful.
The thing is,
Angels arrive so quietly.