Good Company

"Good Company"
(“Jesus clearly did not come to help angels, but he did come to help Abraham’s descendants.” Hebrews 2:16)

I’m no angel and I’ve got a lot of proof,
my robe and wings having been removed
each time I attempted simple perfection,
a soufflé-like servanthood that nearly always fell.

I am happy for Your company, can You tell?
I’m not sure how to express it (though others will tell
me without hesitation the proper posture and sell me
a cd with the instructions.)

I am lonesome without Your company, have You heard?
Perhaps I misaddressed the card once again, requesting service
from another loner like me; with limited time, limited resources
and limited availability.

You are the life of my party, You’re always invited.
Join in any conversation, I mean it, in spite of my tendency
to trap the words and expel them with nuggets of personal knowledge
to show I need You less than I’ve told.

You can bring the angels with you, I enjoy the way they smile
when they look at me (and the rest of my kind). I enjoy the way
they smile at how much help we’ve needed, how little they could do,
and how simply You saved us sinking--I’ll use the old-time word now--
in the mire.

It was Your tears before You faced the terror that make You such good

Company.