Spiritual

Drunk behind the karmic wheel in a speeding tank, he's anarchizing the freeways of nature and sanity, order and tradition He's done making suns and seas, forests and deer, birds and bees:

Here's to death, who watches over infant sleep who makes the deer nimbler, the fox fiercer, and great oaks more resourceful Who lends greatness to gnarled old hands,

Why do christians, and most other religions believe there are angels, and a God? Why do they deny the same if someone tells he is one?

She's a very nearly person.