In his dream,
God sent him an angel,
dressed in white,
ready to lift him up
to heaven,
singing a litany of love
and hope.
She would forgive his sins,
like parish priests
on Saturday afternoon.
He would step confidently
into the light,
renewed and ready for a new life.
He wanted his words to her
to ride a litany of praise to heaven.
He wanted them to scream
his devotion and his love.
His fear, however,
was that they would travel too softly,
unable to reveal the depth of his emotions,
and his love.
In the morning,
he knew that the harsh light of day
would remind him
of the little cruelties
that invaded his daydreams.
He hated the reality
of a world
that harmed the innocent,
and rewarded the guilty.
And still, he dreamed,
and somehow he knew,
that when she came,
she would be looking for an angel too.
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