Songs of Angels
Do angels, those exchequers
of heaven’s golden shores,
have hearts or humor
as they focus on us with
their greedy, eternal attention?
They must be well-acquainted
with vice and the offending elements
of our ingrained, mortal weaknesses.
I’ve read those frampold canaries
- at man’s creation - coveted the gift
of choice, cruelly denied them - freedoms
that can corrupt the weak and too human.
How do those singers of exquisite songs
still find worthy peers to invite home
unless they pity, forgive or grant
endless sufferance which must,
at least in practice, resemble love.
Copyright © Anais Vionet | Year Posted 2021
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