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The angel came at last
It was just like a tiny insect.
When I heard it buzz I cried
What an impertinence.

Don't I deserve better?
I was expecting a celestial being
With wings the colour and softness of clouds
Not those puny flexing things.

I was destined to be carried up
On wings stronger than the snow goose.
Mighty arms to swoop me up
Into the pigeon loft of song.

Reading my mind, the angel replied
Majesty is the creator's alone
Who has sent me as his agent
I can only do what is in my nature.

But rest assured
Creations smaller than me
Will have and hold you
Until you reach the stars once more.