Monday, August 18, 2008

Daily Prayer & Reflections

The Living Temple

O Covenant! O Temple! O frail pride
Of God's high glory! Set your snowy feet

On the Red Mountain, while the pinions beat

Of proximate apocalypse. Uncried

Halloos of havoc, prophecies denied

Fulfilment till the Dawn of Wonder, fleet

In songs precursive down the glittering street
Where dripped the blood from wounded brows and side.

And you must walk the mountain tops where rode

Gabriel, Raphael, Michael, when the stars

Fell from their places, and where Satan strode

To make his leap. Now bend the cracking spars

Athwart the mast of the world -- and five deep scars

From that strong Cross call you to their abode.