I found an angel on my pillow last week
She told me that Jesus was in the next room
And so he was
He was not dressed in white robes as I expected him to be
But in dirty overalls and a red bandana
You look more like a steelworker than the Son of God
He smiled
That is because I am a steelworker
I have been a steelworker for the past seventeen years
I offered him a coffee which he gladly accepted
The purpose of his visit was to make me happy
As I was sad
My mother and three friends had died in the past year
Without beauty the world is nothing
I said brushing away a tear
Why do you think that Noemie K
Because it is true
Without beauty there is nothing
Nothing at all
The steelworks have destroyed this town
Which was once so rural
Young men have corrupted lungs
Due to the vile gasses released
There is a smell of death
Even I might have been contaminated
There is no beauty in Noemie K
Jesus asked me for a refill of coffee
And then left the house
I thought I had offended him
Until I realised that he had left his angel in my bedroom
She was not a pretty angel and was quite plump
Her facial features were agreeable but that was all
Many would have considered her plain
But to me she was the most beautiful angel that I had even seen
And from that day onwards I was no longer sad