Fallen Out

By
C.B. Anderson
– February 6, 2012
by C.B. Anderson

And what, pray tell, do angels think of Heaven 
When Gloryland is overrun by souls 
The Savior saved, when countless beggars' bowls 
And crutches litter golden streets?  Eleven 
 
Commandments might have interdicted this 
Disgraceful status quo, but don't blame Moses. 
The loyal angels blush and hold their noses, 
For they're complicit in supernal bliss 
 
However foul its side-effects.  They're numb 
To any good correctives not from God 
Directly, which is no surprise.  What's odd 
Is that the angels find it troublesome 
 
To see the former great celestial city 
Become a mire of cosmic urban blight. 
Though plighted to obey, it doesn't quite 
Seem fair to them when universal pity 
 
Replaces justice where they'd hoped to live 
Among the saints for all eternity. 
Refusing mansions in the sky might be 
The only sin that God does not forgive. 
 
  

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About C.B. Anderson

C.B. Anderson was the longtime gardener for the PBS television series, The Victory Garden. Over the past eight years, hundreds of his poems have appeared in scores of print and electronic journals out of North America, Great Britain, Ireland, Australia and India. He is inordinately fond of single malt Scotch whisky.