Cloud of Witnesses

A poem written on the Feast of All Saints.

  "And therefore we also having so great a cloud of witnesses over our head, laying aside every weight and sin which surrounds us, let us run by patience to the fight proposed to us" (Heb 12:1).

O throng triumphant reining in the sky,

All robed in white and cleansed in Blood Divine;

And now as stars eternally do shine.

O pour on us, anointing oil;

And ask our King, that Fire to blow,

To rekindle our lamps,

And so meet our Groom.

O Fruits of Tree of Life that bring delight

To Him the Adam New who feasts on ye,

Whom She Supernal Eve doth feed to He.

O pour on us, anointing oil;

And ask our King, that Fire to blow,

To rekindle our lamps,

And so meet our Groom.

O host that sparkles with many bright lights.

Ye gems and rubies, pearls and diamonds smile;

As paving Temple floors, sapphires tile.

O pour on us, anointing oil;

And ask our King, that Fire to blow,

To rekindle our lamps,

And so meet our Groom.

O perfect noble friends of varied rank;

In Unity sublime each has his place:

Apostle, doctor, martyr, virgin -race.

O pour on us, anointing oil;

And ask our King, that Fire to blow,

To rekindle our lamps,

And so meet our Groom.

O faithful choir that on earth did weep;

Sowing tears whilst others gorged life’s grain.

Went forth mourning, came back singing with gain.

O pour on us, anointing oil;

And ask our King, that Fire to blow,

To rekindle our lamps,

And so meet our Groom.

O cloud of seventy eyes,

Shed thy oil-tears of joy;

So that we may burn ablaze with love,

And with ye in the Groom melt into one.

1^st November, 2014