When Angels Weep


When Angels Weep

By Duane Hewitt

We humans must surely give angels reason to weep. From our treatment of one another, to how we treat life on the planet, down through the ages with crime, war, violence, our efforts to control one another, and all the cascading things we do that fly in the face of God… and so, does it occur to us that it is our responsibility to help the world we live in?

One need only walk a subway platform or ride the morning train to see the billboards and placards that reach out to us. And in correcting our actions, we need only make the effort – for there are many causes that scream out for help…

  • Suicide and Homelessness
  • Teen Pregnancy
  • Battered Women
  • Alcoholism
  • Opioid Addiction
  • Mental Illness
  • Anxiety and Depression
  • Victims of Violence

The list goes on. But it needn’t be so. Surely, if we have the wisdom to see a problem then we must have the ability to solve it. We were designed with empathy, intelligence, and compassion, and we were designed to care for one another; to pick up the torch and solve the many problems that assail us.

When angels weep

From all that we sow

We dare err not

For this they all know

They see the world

Through the purest of eyes

The gentlest hearts

Pure, soft, and wise

For they have the sight

To stand tall and see

A time yet to come

Of mans’ destiny

They know that man

Has been granted free will

Regardless the cost

To do as he will

Alone we will stand

Where we can each laud

All we have done

Before the one God

And so despite faith

They answer our call

For the ways that we keep

Is when angels weep.

– Duane Hewitt / May 30, 2021

All it takes is one voice; one person making the effort. Others will follow. They will join in. There is reason to hope. And so angels can find reason to feel joy.

Copyright 2021 Duane Hewitt. All rights reserved.

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