The ponds on both sides of the schools are sweet coffee clatches for the angels.

I noticed it from when we first moved here. Do these people have all of the angels on dispatch, was my question?

Evvie and I were only half joking when we went to the dance in 6th grade. The angels met us on the way to the dance and showed us where their shindig is.

This morning, as usual, they were commiserating about their inability to fight as they want to. I could concur. If there is anything the angels and I love about eachother is that we both love to fight. That is all they do is fight and drink coffee together. I imagine that it is coffee, because that is what I am doing when I see them, drinking my morning coffee.

This morning, they showed me the wall. I couldn't see it before. I always wanted to know what they talk about, day after day after day, in the same place. Today it was the wall. I didn't know there was a wall there. Look, they said together. I never see their faces, so I don't really know one from the other, just that they sit on the little clouds above the pond and grumble about so many Christian children learning outside of the realms of blessing. I see their legs and feet and the bottom of their wings hitting the water. We can't knock it down, they told me. Christians, only can knock down the wall of "God's dismissal". When we dismiss God, we dismiss the angels of blessing. They had arrows with fire and shot them at the wall to show me. The fiery arrow, just fizzled into nothing against that very flimsy looking wall. We might as well shoot our arrows into the pond, as much as shooting them at the wall. We can't do anything, so we sit here waiting for the dispatch to assist those children when they get out of school.

Christians have dismissed God from school and we are the messengers and the protectors of these children, our hands are tied. I pray that they are dispatched and invited into the school to protect and engage our children with blessing.