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.