I Need No Angel Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I don't need an angel to help me.
Heaven is too far away.
There's no fall from the heavens,
so why crave to rise again?
What angel can see in me
the One who made the angels?
Why wait for wings to lift me
when I am already in heaven?
The divine within me extends a hand—
revealing my truth,
a form more exalted, more sublime.
I hunger and thirst for light, for song—
but I can't wait for tomorrow,
for some distant Day of Assembly.
I can't wait for rain
while my fields lie parched—
I need fruit, corn, life now.
I need no angel—
rather, the angel needs me—*
whose wings have faltered,
who was made low before me,
commanded to bow
to God's chosen vicegerent.
I won't fly to heaven—
heaven is in me.
Don't count me among angels,
but among humankind:
God's appointed kind.