Did you know
I walked on planes
Of unknown geometries,
And heard the ever-living God,
Who is dead without passion–
So bright, Annihilator?
And spinning nebulae past Orion
Dance like drops in the fog of mind,
Both effulgent and suffusive.
All excellence in war
Is with My angels,
So says the Lord, the Lord Almighty.
And many sing of His justice,
Many tongues His name in truth,
And daughters yearn for the future of their flesh,
But to Him is forever the same:
Peace and order He breathed into creation,
But not without multiplicity;
For waves swim and fields sway;
And author of this grand melody,
Is but peace, unusurped.
Pray now the mantle of our gospel,
Again of form and also change.
Who knew that He is but the Father’s!
Perennial light unto itself,
Bled out as slavery and blight?
Only to come again to what gentle heads
Were baptized in chrism and charism.
I heard a cry of dominion from the ashes
Of expected mastery, burnt down pillars
Of scorched hope,
Of crumbling domes,
Of silenced laughter,
Fallen idols to the measure of all things,
All turned over–
And the skull of death in heaven,
Laughing, as human mockery, at itself.
Where are you, O Israel?
Could sons flee their own return,
And My temple lie barren before
Joachim and Isaiah?
What metric, what symmetry
Must birth another song to Me?
Mundane soldiers are arrayed
On the game of kings—
Nothing are they!
Wickedness begets despair:
And that, humility for few
Who have listened throughout
To the signs of prophets,
The warning of seraphim,
And brightness beyond words,
Scope, range, and quantifiability.
I heard children in the garden
Before nakedness and dread,
And the Lord walked through creation,
Like shade from a tree,
Known before all ages,
Inviting what would be lost
Back to Him, as His quiet promise.
(C) 2018 Emma Gabriel