Ye Angels Weep (2000) Poem by David Levitas

Oh, ye angels weep, where was your brave sword,
The foreknowledge you claim, to serve your Lord,
And with silken wings, fly swift to guide
The righteous soul, whose passions grit must ride

The storms, the hurly burly of envy,
Rancour, sins immeasurable, trendy
Fashions that warp the soul from out its bed,
A body sever and misplace the head.

You, who with knowledge immediate,
Were meant with mortal kin to mediate,
Protect the poor, give succour to the weak,
Have as fortune's fools, foresaken the meek,

Been enslaved by Time's false complacency,
Not seen, the Arch-Angel's false brother, He
Who wears the ring on the right hand, transform
With a hostile bid, his Master's house, shorn

Of treasure's stored against the coming tide;
That will of Angels, Man and Beast decide.
Forgive me Father, for my anger's wave,
The ebb, I prey, presses hope, love to save.