While we sleep and bathe and eat and work.
While we wish and hope and love.
While we wait and wait and despair.
While we clean up messes and get shit on our hands.
While we sit in traffic.
While we take the bait.
Angels fight demons.
Demons whisper accusations.
We repeat them to others.
They catch like tinder.
Then the truth comes out.
Angels plant people in our paths.
They don't look like our type.
They seem to know us from before
The unseen sometimes reaches through.
Into the seen.
And we take off the unseen covering.
Much like we take off our clothes
soiled by living in the seen world.
We get naked in the spiritual.
Hand over the garment to Who makes it clean.
I really think. There is a seen and an unseen.
Both for our delight.
Both fraught with peril on every side.
A handful of times in life,
We safely lower the veil.
To the ladies of Rahab and the Naked Nuns. To Ruth. To Kristen, Nikki, Lori, Dana, Liz, Sharon, Rachel, Amanda, Beth, Coby, Amy, Wendy, Jill, Cindy, Sarah, Gina, Debbie, Lynn, and Sam. To Francie.