Angels

 Angels exist. Giotto convinced me of that. They do a lot more than fluttering around and spanking naughty cherubs. God gave them responsibilities, which they took seriously. Eons ago, angels were tasked with keeping the machinery of the heavens well lubricated. Some carried messages from God. At another time, their primary strategy was to go one-on-one with humans, but that wasn’t always fun or productive since humans can be such jackasses.

These days, it’s much more likely that angels simply infect humans and then hope for the best. Angels occasionally allow themselves to be spotted, if we look hard.
Nietzsche said that God is dead, but he didn’t mention angels.

If you pay attention
You can find the angels
They float with the music
Of authentic love
They fly with
The winged dancers
And inside
The feathered words
Of poetry
Artists imagine them
To aid us in our search
An angel is waiting for us
We only have to ask