Happy Anniversary

Habitués of Heaven hate to hurry,

After eons soaked in ecstasy,

Perched upon a pinhead, pink and blurry,

Passionately pleased simply to be.

Yet those of us below, who work and worry,

Send from time to time an urgent plea,

Ever hoping for a glimpse of glory

Vouchsafed from beyond what we can see.

Enter, then, O angels, in your fury,

Nether worlds no bigger than a pea,

To brush the moment with your burning beauty,

Hallowing this anniversary!