Come, come! My angels that fell out of heaven forlorn. Did you break a wing? on the inclement winds or fly to close to the sun. Your heavy black brows expose your endeavors unevenly, rising, declining, lifting like the tail of a dog speaks in wag. Whether you were thrown out of Zion, I can not guess, will not ask. Listen, up there! I can hear God wailing after you his voice is the drum of thunder, his eyes are the sun and moon, God never sleeps and he never fails, look at how he calls through this upbraiding storm. He is teaching you to be strong. Now I wonder what you have done. Did you assent to sin like a knowing fool? Did you take a disobedient wife? Did you leave her behind? Did you shake your fist at the lord? Were you conquered by pride? Did the lord find you were only passing as good but was not honestly good. Since you can not fly you must learn to walk. Chain our arms and we will use each other Do not stare at me! I am neither prey nor foe, not play or player. I am only a strong black woman leading you home. I will help you get back to heaven, I am your prayer he heard and sends. Make use of me while I am near.