No Idea

Above you, O dearest hateful friend
(in fact, beneath you and around you too)
Are ten thousand angels
with brilliant strong wings,
and powerfully tender arms;
their golden faces never look away.

You burrow through life, O loveliest angry brother
Pretending to not remember the flowing white of their robes
back when you were in heaven (remember?)
that must have been...years before you were born.

Sometimes,
O beautiful furious lover

I lose the reason I was sent to protect you
ah yes...I forget that I am assigned to love you
Even when you are the
Worst
Friend, brother, lover
I could
Ever
Imagine.

Still (ha!)

I will smile.
For it is not my position
to shun one
who is loved by the Lord.