The Reality
of God
And it
occurs, that, if in the reality
Of God, yes and no are all yes
To those
that love him and
Are called, according to his
purpose
And that
ravens are important
To be fed, and scorpions are not
Food for
children, and Solomo
In all the glory of his gold,
and
Palaces,
pools, and wine, women, and song
Is in no way arrayed like
One of
these, flowers of the field
Children playing in meadows of
Green grass,
shrieking, “My name is Gabriel!”
(Love me) to all who pass running.
That the
last are first, and the first, last
That, “Lord, Lord,” at the shut
Straight
gate does not admit entrance
And, “Go away. Who are you?”
Is said
alongside, “Come to me, all you who are
Heavy….Rest.” And “Except you become
As little
children.” Whose eyes are blue, and
Patently selfish, and unable to
wait
For the
intense delight of the sweet
Yet are able to sleep
untroubled,
At rest in
God, at peace with all the world.
Even so, I
will raise my sword with the common,
And grasp my bow of burning gold, to defend
Jerusalem’s
green unclouded hills,
Killing without remorse, the children of other mothers
In the
defense of those oppressed who have no hope.
I will resist, with Balian, bastard of Godfrey, the Saracen
On this the
solstice of this year, the
Longest day, and shortest night, in the upper hemisphere.
And walk
leanly with my Lord, lean of body and of purse,
And rest in
The bosom of
my Lover, where all secrets are known
And spoken in the ear, on beds
of colored linen
And silken
robes, where no thirst of eye or hand is unfulfilled.
And so too, among rocks, dry and
red
And flecked
with glinting lights and gems of blue or
Yellow. Where there is no bread, and thirst burns
And the
Adversary prowls, with Words that Ring.
“Come, Raboni, you
will feed five thousand; make now these
Stones to bread.”
“Come, King,
King of the Jews, Son of the Emperor-Beyond-the-Sea,
Rule now these mighty kingdoms,
glorious places.
Palaces of
men and women, proud of strength and beauty.”
“Come, Weak Child, cast yourself now on the graciousness of
God, who
sends his ministers to bear thee up on eagles’ wings.”
No. And a thousand times. It is not so. Not now.
These words,
this Word, I know. Truth,
It is not now. The Word is yet to come.
The Word is
yet to be, thou child of time
And space. All things are thine.
I hold the
keys of death and hell.
I make war, and peace, with man.
I was, and
will come, and reign on earth.
Be, and I will be with you,
until the consummation.
Live, and
drink, drink deeply, and be satisfied
Delight in overflowing
abundance.
The Day is coming, night shall soon be passed. All will be. Now new.
