Paper Angels

A little girl in a party dress cutting
Them from tissue paper
With safety scissors.

The preacher on TV
Wants to drop bibles
Behind the iron curtain.

Angels are taking form now,
But slowly. There were
Many angles to work around.

Their trumpets, their halos,
Their delicate wings with many slits
With which to fly.

The preacher is begging
For weather balloons
To take his bibles into the sky.

The angels were ready
To unfold and hold against the screen,
The smiling face of someone in need.