For
centuries the Yankees have decreed
That they
are god’s chosen people,
Sent to
spread righteousness throughout the world.
As proof of
divine favor, they display
Usury,
technology, and polyamory.
From persecuting
witches to welcoming them;
From
established churches to mocking
Christian
morals, New England is full
Of
contradictions, the greatest of which,
Perhaps, lies
deep within the blasphemous
Heart of the
Yankee megalopolis,
The
Brahmanic city of Boston,
Where sleeps
suppressed the mem’ry of her
Namesake and
her chiefest Patron,
Saint
Botolph of Ikanhoe. In him are no
Wild
fluctuations between light and dark,
But only a
constant stream of Light,
Joyful and
uplifting, flowing
From a clear
and sparkling mein.
The Yankee
heart writhes within,
Unable to
withstand the burning
Presence of
that holy man
Who made of
eastern England
A Christian
land, filled with crosses,
Monks, and
churches, and healing springs.
Because of
her unfaithfulness and envy,
She tries to
smother that source of Life
Within
her. But he who drove the demons
From the
land, and turned the swampy fens
Into fertile
ground, is strong enough
To turn the
reins of proud New England,
If only for
a single second
She would
open up a tiny seam
Of sorrow in
her heart of solid iron
Through
which the energies of God
Could enter
in and transform the debased
Metropolis
into the happier
Abode she
secretly longs for,
In which God
and man, angel, beast, and plant,
Dwell
together in delightful harmony,
The harmony
she seeks now in bio-
Digital
convergence, the happiness
Of Ikanhoe
that will remain
Just outside
her reach, till the spurning
Of her
saintly founding father comes to ending.
***
For hymns to
St Botolph and other links related to him, please visit this page:
https://www.johnsanidopoulos.com/2013/04/prayers-to-patron-saint-of-boston.html
--
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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