What a great and lasting loss that would be
to sleep with God’s Promisee.
And, so, never again the Lord to adore,
having left His angel there on the floor.
Now we see animal where once we saw immortality.
Neither man’s eyes nor his heart were made for Infinity.

In woman, God gave us a glimpse of heaven.
But God is not in her, soft and feminine.
Nor is He in her gracious beauty,
not even in the fulfillment of her duty.
He lives for us only as we adore.
He is in our love of her, now and forevermore.

The man turning Angel to whore
is left with a strong competitor;
his own stupefying rationality,
and in bed with morality.