Angels and saints

Michael and Benedict arrive 
Just without the pearly gates
Within moments of each other
And say their cordial good mornings
They join the line at the side door
In turn they punch their cards 
in the timeclock there, chatting
Smalltalk about this or that
At the bottom of the stairs 
They bid each other a good day
Benedict heads down the hall
To the left, michael goes up
He’s an angel, not a saint.

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12 thoughts on “Angels and saints

  1. Therein lies the difference. What a hoot. I can hear Benedict grumbling over his votive smoke, “how long does a guy have to be miraculous til he’s promoted to the second floor?”

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