my struggle

I have a guardian angel;

we function as a team.

He does the heavy lifting,

the spiritual heavy lifting,

while I take care of business.

After all, I'm only human.

I call him St. Ralph,

but I don't know his name;

it's really none of my business

to know such lofty matters.

He moves spiritually

while do fleshy things.

So what's my moral lesson?

I learn humility.

My angel bilocates;

I purge myself of stress.

I do things like that.

I learn my mortal lessons.

St. Ralph beholds God's Face.

I walk and take a shower.

I am brave and manly -

I sleep and take a shower.

That's how I fight the Power.

I have small things to do.

The demons often tempt me

with mighty spiritual warfare.

What do I know bout that?

I have to feed the bird.

And take another walk

because they make me nervous.

I am just a human.

My angel trilocates.

He probably fights all day

to keep the demons away

so I can do my thing,

my tiny, little thing.

I am only human

living in a Mystery

that I did not create

on an ancient planet

that's seen it all before -

and so I soothe my soul

and tell it to lie down.

And live a humble life.

Some day, I'll know it all.