Friday, June 21, 2013

The Reality of God


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.    

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