Angels and the problem of God

Man, and by that I mean, men and women,
Believed for generations
That there were angels amongst us
Delivering messages, watching over us,
Doing the dirty work of God,
Until the Fifties came and went
And all of a sudden with the B movies
And the conspiracy theorists
We started believing that these angels
Were actually aliens from some
Distant planet or solar system
Coming to earth, watching over us
Delivering their own messages
Basically doing everything the old angels did
Except representing God,
Who was strangely absent
In the new world of atom bombs
And Hiroshima and Nagasaki
And the ovens of central Europe.
Somehow it was easier to believe
In life from other planets
Coming to help us, experimenting on us,
Picking up a few good old boys
Out on the lake,
Dealing with our lives ,
Rather than continuing to accept that the God
We had always believed in and worshiped
Could possibly still be there,
Soaring above us, like a great raptor,
With his host of angels.

And yet the problems still exist
And God may still sit there in continuous thought,
Wondering why we don't just
Come back home to Him.