Michael and all angels

I am tired of angels.
I am tired of their wings beating hollow drums of war,
their obsequious, their patronizing, “Do not be afraid;’
their inconvenient words to frightened virgins and old women.
I am tired of their entrapment
of innocent rams; their oppression and possession
of dumb asses, their impassive stance, swords of fire and backs
turned towards the gate of Eden, while we trudge east,
casting glances beyond the reach
of their shimmering glory.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing (Upper Room Books, 2020). She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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