Oh, ye angels weep, where was your brave sword, <br />The foreknowledge you claim, to serve your Lord, <br />And with silken wings, fly swift to guide <br />The righteous soul, whose passions grit must ride <br /> <br />The storms, the hurly burly of envy, <br />Rancour, sins immeasurable, trendy <br />Fashions that warp the soul from out its bed, <br />A body sever and misplace the head. <br /> <br />You, who with knowledge immediate, <br />Were meant with mortal kin to mediate, <br />Protect the poor, give succour to the weak, <br />Have as fortune's fools, foresaken the meek, <br /> <br />Been enslaved by Time's false complacency, <br />Not seen, the Arch-Angel's false brother, He <br />Who wears the ring on the right hand, transform <br />With a hostile bid, his Master's house, shorn <br /> <br />Of treasure's stored against the coming tide; <br />That will of Angels, Man and Beast decide. <br />Forgive me Father, for my anger's wave, <br />The ebb, I prey, presses hope, love to save.<br /><br />David Levitas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ye-angels-weep-2000/
