Love Poem: songs of angels
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Written by: Anais vionet

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.