Left at the Alter?

a poem

Where are the angels?

They said they'd be here.

"We'll be there by dusk,

you need have no fear."

"We'll take you on high

on our outstretched wings.

We'll take you to where

our angel choir sings."

Thank you, I told them,

don't leave me alone.

I'll sing all your hymns,

I'll kneel at the throne.

But I can't see them

in this fading light.

They would not leave me

to face the dark night?