The devil rushes in
Where angels fear to tread.

I have heard this
Ever since I was a child.

The idea is
I think
That angels are cautious
Or at least more cautious
Than the devil.

Which I don't get.

Who needs a fearful angel?

Now when I lead children
Down the hall
And they laugh
Because I tell them
I am four times their age
And they have no excuse
For falling behind
At my walking pace
Which is damned quick

I think

Live

Move

Run if you must

But catch up

This lingering in the hallway

Does no good.

We must move.

We must love.

We must breathe life.

At every turn

We must rush in
And love
Even if we are wrong.