Dead Angels
By Jane Tawel
June 29, 2022
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“Your angels are dying,” She said.
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And so, we found our excuses
to offer to the God,
we had created — all red, white and blue,
in our own image.
But if we had read it correctly,
we would have known;
there is only One God,
and He is the one who accepts,
no excuses.
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“Your angels are dying,” She said.
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The problem is, angels need a lot of care.
And we were once unwilling,
we are now, unwilling;
the nation was unwilling;
the churches were unwilling;
and so, the Spirit of the Age,
began to shrivel and clutch,
in very wealthy widow’s weeds.
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I don’t know how it is in other places,
but here I know we worship money;
we worship power;
we worship who we think we are.
And we put little God stickers on the outside of it all,
reducing a Savior’s price,
so we can get more buyers.
We pray prayers of helplessness,
to make us feel safer,
to get us off the hook of actually doing anything,
to make sure Jesus takes the fall. Again.
And while outside, our Easter finery is shiny,
like newly minted thirty pieces of silver,
inside, we are rotting like hidden corpses,
hiding from ourselves,
hiding from The Source.
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“Your angels are dying,” She said.
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A Human-being once called us ‘white-washed tombs’.
and while we focus on unfulfilled wombs,
we don’t mind killing, no not at all,
while America’s better angels go AWOL
As long as our left hand is in the till,
our right hand ignores the Pearls — for swill.
And so, the Angels of America writhe.
And while we think we can buy God with our tithe,
we take God’s name in vain.
Our worship is profane,
because we keep leaving out Love,
and the freedom to choose
from the Eternal Equation of
God + me =Living Christ.
Instead, we have made God in our own image,
and not in the image of Them,
and we have left Christ on the cross,
so we can go shopping and buy cheaper gas.
Because who needs angels,
when we have nuclear weapons and assault rifles?
Who needs angels,
when we can blame our inner demons,
on some one who is not like us?
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“Your angels are dying,” She said.
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Now let us bow our heads,
in the prayer of Our Holy Flag,
and place our hope in a worship of past successes,
and the catechism of power-full-ness,
and the holy rites of more-ness-ness,
and the “our way or the highway”
of laws without consequences
for anyone but Lazarus at the gate.
And fingers crossed,
that we can keep believing that our own cross,
is bearing the pangs of the Dow Jones.
And hopefully, angels and demons are not real,
and the Kingdom of some old documents
can take the place of Heaven on Earth.
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© Jane Tawel, June 2022
**Written with fear and trembling and much gratitude for the works of Walter Wink.
Jane Tawel 