CHERUBS are JUST BABIES

(This story is 100% true.*)

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I meant to change the world today.

Got up before dawn.

Meditated.

Got my To Do List together.

But then...

I had a memory of yesterday.

Which I'd been clearly told

to not revisit.

But I forgot.

This made me feel…

very heavy.

Quite sad, really.

I tried imagining

I was riding in a chariot...

or wearing a cape...

to give me

the get up and go get'm I needed...

but I couldn't find it.

So, I meditated again...

but that time I saw cherubs...

which are really just babies with wings.

I mean, aren't they?

Little vulnerable babies.

And I started crying, because I realized how tired I was...

like a fat little cherub

exhausted from doin' stuff for God.

A baby…

but without any wings.

Just the baby.

A tired-ass, worn-out 

wingless baby...

crying too hard 

to even see her To Do List.

So, I went back to bed...

and turned the light out.

Cuz babies sleep when they're tired.

I'm sure my wings are around here somewhere.

I'll find them after I've rested...

maybe had a snack.

Then I'll change the world.

But right now...

This bed is Heaven.

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… *except for seeing cherubs, which should technically be called cherubim, but that's just not as funny.