The fallen
world is frozen
In a Romish
church,
With fleshy
statues round,
Bole and
bough for pillar and arch,
And a high
and vaulted ceiling
For the
frigid, empty sky.
But creation
vanishes
Completely
after Luther,
Devoured in
the fire
Of the
Gnostic Protestant mind.
Cold logic
of spoken word,
Hot feeling
of revival meeting -
These adorn
the inside
Of their
bare-walled worship houses.
The world is
transfigured
In an
Orthodox church.
The saints
in new bodies
Greet the
folk with shining
Tabor light
in holy icons.
Martyrs’
relics radiate
The Grace of
the Holy Ghost,
Foreshadowing
the age to come.
Sacred
vestments bless
Those who
touch with faith.
Bodies and
souls blaze
Like the
burning bush of Mose
Upon
receiving the Leof Body
And Blood of
the Lord.
And this
same Christ the Great King
Watches o’er
this earthly Paradise,
Which He has
joined
With all the
world
To His holy
divinity,
From the
highest dome.
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(Icon from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christ_Pantocrator,
15 Sept. 2017)
--
Holy
Ælfred the Great, King of England, South Patron, pray for us sinners at the Souð, unworthy though we are!
Anathema
to the Union!
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