Luke 1:29
To see angels is troubling,
Even if one is clean of heart.
It is like being summoned
To the principal’s office.
Whenever I went, I always
Searched my mind for the uncovered base.
As I trod the silent hallways,
Their length stretching towards infinity,
I fretted about the unkind words I had said
Whether my anger had revealed itself.
The overdue library books,
The girl I had bumped into two days ago.
What is it like to be guiltless,
And still searching one’s soul for a fault?
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