"Always or never this"

One of the worst of times in Heaven

was when two angels fell in love –

the quietest of tragedies they 

couldn’t make any sense of:

“…Someone Else gets to decide 

when we need rules for these things –

but suddenly this nearby beauty beamed

and somehow let freedom ring…

Help us, oh please, it’s new –

we’ve never had to help ourselves.

I know it’s true, what I feel, but

we were made for something else…

oh shit oh shit oh shit – come on, just

What. Is. This. Thing???

I’m bright inside, like soon to be dead, 

and not sad for misbehaving…?

Punishment and erasure loom –

so how can I still be glad for this?

Whatever we’ve found’s miraculous,

or maybe it’s just a cruel disease…

Help us, renew us, or forgive –

or just let us be ourselves.

What’s happened here is something new,

we can’t take credit for our love.

I’ve never needed a heart before or

hated the distance between two of us –

oh please, Father, just

give us… always

– or never – 

this.”