Futile Female Supplication

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The eyes of women suffer worst, because

There are no angels and because their wings

Have never been.  They do not fly through gauze

Of stellar gas that star explosion flings

Across the deepest night, the night unseen

By women’s eyes.  Those wings have never flown

Because no angel wings have ever been.

No angels stand or sing beside the throne

Of God, the Father, or of God, the Son,

Or (if He has one) throne of Holy Ghost.

. . . These facts are something Christians always shun.

They hate the truth:  there’s no angelic host.

  The eyes of women suffer most since they

    See how pitiable it is to pray.

© Phillip Whidden