Less Than an Animal

Am I somehow less than an animal,
A donkey, perhaps, pushing against a wall?
Failing to turn around, scared of what it sees
What my human eyes don’t see at all?

I do not feel the heat of some flaming sword
Nor a dizzying rush of light
No conversations with some etherial face
Whose name is some unknowable word. 

I heard that there are angels all around
I was told they’re in this very room.
But God, my sweet wisest god of all gods,
Will I hear them if I don’t make any sound?

Will I get to say thank you
To some invisible hero that saved my life
Or will they still be too holy for me to see
Even when I’m just a spirit too?

I heard there are angels all around
I was told they’re in this very room.
But God, my sweet mystery of all gods,
Why don’t they make any sound?

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