THE ANGELS KNOW YOU WELL
You have fathered a child with me.
You had your night of fun.
If You no longer want the love my
Beautiful body can yield
At least take care of that
Holy infant my heart has become.
God, You sired an heir with me
When You gave birth to my soul.
I thought of complaining to all the angels
Last night
About Your treatment of this
"Homeless child,"
But then I remembered they too
Have a long list of love-complaints
Because
They also know You so
Well.