Happy Sunday to all! This is an image of a morose angel I sketched to accompany the following poem. It's about an angel lamenting the state of the world today. Happy reading if you do! R

The View from Above (When Angels weep)

I weep for you, O humankind,
For no cause for joy can I find
In the twist taken by your tale
That from sight my tears cannot veil.
Some say your story began in
Eden when Eve and Adam's sin
Saw them from that garden outlawed
Into the wild though a kind God
Left them the fruit of their treason;
The knowledge that we call Reason.
She (for Reason is fine and fair)
Kept you clear of the devil's snare;
With your grasp of good and evil,
She kept at bay your primeval
Instinct which the two will conflate
To make you take the devil's bait.

I weep for you, O humankind;
I weep so that my tears may blind
My eyes to the grievous sight
Of raw Instinct's power and might.
He (for Instinct is coarse and blunt)
Has loosed like hounds into the hunt
Those venal thoughts long buried deep
In you which Reason put to sleep.
They have risen to break the bond
That your shared humanity spawned,
And in its place dumb walls you raise
Daubed with the words you dared not phrase
When gentle Reason your mouths stayed-
She to whose hopes you have put paid.
The sage tale which for you She penned
Is headed now for a dead end.
I weep for you for She has fled.
I weep because He reigns instead.
I weep because all I can do
Is weep and leave your tale to you.