Heaven on Earth

In violent summers Frenchmen under Paine of death
and sans culottes dreamed of Rights of men and liberty's tree,
Taken with rushes of American nirvana, states fell in the hope of heaven.
Brave patriots of Corsica, Poland and Haiti stumbled into their rights of men,
Under sight of Liberty Statutes, we believed in freedom.

Heaven came to earth and men made free,
Free to what? The Freedom of Illuminati and Masonry
christless communion and Reason's Goddess.
This Holy Madness swept to Venezuelan shore and Turkic bath,
All signed Emile's contract of social grace.

But history's hinge lies elsewhere, hidden from view,
In creaking barn doors with the birth of a Jew,
Heaven came to earth under Tyrant's heavy chain,
Which only love's mystery could fully tame.

And today, on Christmas streets of commerce,
In every corner church, carols float traditionally by,
And beacons of heaven go unlit. Liberty and Equality
the gods of our age cloud our minds,
when more ancient words knock,
Take up your cross, pour yourself out, give and you will find.

Unhinge us, Lord to receive your coming this advent,
Fling wide the heavenly gates, the King of Glory is here.

Winter Melting

The ground beneath our feet is melting away,
Into mountain streams that trickle and bubble fiercely
with noises remembered before the ice's day

We have built on this icy shelf for hundreds of moments,
Icy winds from warmest ovens cooled rivers of blood
on Bartholamew's day. Thirty years of burning zeal gave way
to long winter's night and day's shortened light.

We learnt to fashion clothes and homes that held their heat,
against outside tundra we learnt to live and build cities
on this permafrosted soil.

But today the bell has been ringing and ice melting,
From mountain's streams have brought flowers to grow,
and outside is warm enough to stroll.

The water is ruining our floors and photos,
Some have slipped into ocean even now,
We seem caught in middle thaw's strange world

Where the old is sure but shaking,
and the new full of fear but playful,
We live betwixt and between times.

As ices melt, frozen bodies float upwards,
Suffocated blue waiting for warmer moments,
When they could swim into deep blues.

We can choose to sink or swim,
find snorkel and dive deep,
or stay with sinking glacial melts.

Where will we find forsaken Jew,
on earth or land or sea?
This no-body truly knows,
but huddled together in thawing world,
look up and brightest northern light maybe to see,
this advent God's gift will give gills to me.