The Better Angels No Longer Fly Economy

I was taught the weight of the world was but

a feather in the hands of an angel.

Heaven and Hell and everywhere between

rested upon the cornerstones of love

and empathy, for which one man, one life,

the sacrifice of materiality

became the guiding spark to a mortal

coil’s tenuous flame, a soul’s salvation.

 

I remember the seven states of grace,

keys to unlocking the Kingdom’s gate

once, and only if, I’d travelled the rueful road --

that a select few, contrite practitioners

of a true faith, would find the reward of

a seat at Redemption’s rarefied table.  

 

What I seem to have skipped over, ignored

was the arcane scripture of absolution --

how to live as far and free from the impact

of a misguided kick, the errant missile’s

collateral carnage, as your principles

philosophically permitted.

 

Fast tracked, feted, favored by good fortune,

the better angels no longer fly economy.

How to, given the paucity of camels,

the impracticality of synthetic soles

being asked to walk a mile, suffer through

the indignity of standing in line, waiting

for the shepherd to thread his needle, separate

the righteous rams from the slovenly ewes. 

Ken e Bujold

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

Still like this is well as the first time second time thrid time. Well, you get the idea. Excellent.

[Ken Simm.]

Christian countries and individuals who say and subscribe to one thing and do another. Well written. This is true of all faiths mind you.

[emmajoygreen]

Just lost an entire review. Need re-think -- darn it.