Angels In The Tall Grass

I think sometimes angels are really small, so small that you might trip over them if you aren't watching where you walk, and even after you've noticed them you'll have to bend down and look closely to really see them at all. And while you're down there, yeah, that's when the mosquitos will come out and attack you like bandits, up out of the grass where they've been waiting for you. And the bites will itch like hell and make you dance around like a wild indian rain dancer, but you'll still know, somewhere down inside, that it was worth it to stop for awhile, that what you heard while you were kneeling down there will someday change the world.