SACRED/PROFANE

Why is it that angels spend all their time hanging around on the ground not doing much of anything? Fighting boredom. Meanwhile, the devils all have wings - their flying around to all the parties in the neighborhood, having a good time and getting their freak on. There is a definite shift in the nature of things and the tsunami has nothing to do with it.
(Just as a side note for those of you who keep a file on the abslolutely ridiculous - a friend of mine, in the aftermath of the wreckage in south east asia, made the comment that "it was something about all those people dying in that hurricane, wasn't it?" I told you it was ridiculous)
But...in regards to the nature of things here at home, where - God willing - we have been blessed to not have to be on the recieving end of such apocalyptic destruction, I give you angels and devils. Now I, when the chips have all fallen, am an angel. That doesn't mean I am perfect. It just means that I do the "right thing" more than I do the "wrong thing". I'll let you figure out the politics of the morality in that one. So...I stand back and watch the devils, (the opposite of my definition of angels - for all you geniuses who believe in the hurricane like my friend), and I think...damn. Devils be having fun.
I mean I have fun as an angel. Don't get me wrong. But I still think...damn. Devils be having fun. So, how do I balance that? I don't. I fight tooth and nail everyday, with all my being, to keep this halo from falling off. Not only that, but I try to convince other people to become angels as well. I never said I didn't want to be an angel. Just that it's hard sometimes when the devils are wearing plunging necklines of red, silky fur and saying "hi sexy". Meanwhile, I keep the devils at bay by watching them on my 27inch color flat screen HD ready television. Waiting for the end of time and trying to make peace in this world by waging a war. I'll get my wings back one of these days. Damn greedy devils.