ENOCH CHAPTER 11 ~ 20

ENOCH 11

1 “And in those days I’ll open up
The store chambers of blessing cup
That are in heaven, so’s to send
Them down upon the earth unpenned
Over the work and labour of
The children of men whom I love.
2 “And truth and peace shall be restored
Together through all the days scored
Upon the world and throughout all
Men’s generations therewithal.”

I note well, my Beloved, the final state,
The final angel to go and relate,
Returns upon the first and aerial gate,
The gate of law, and Michael stands to rate
The truth in tow, and peace and righteousness
Flood on the earth, this time a flood to bless.
Four angels take command, the first to flood
In Noah’s time, to vanquish violent blood
Iniquity, and after that light healing
Upon the earth by the ten plagues of feeling,
Until the time of Gabriel to stand
Among the empires of a heathen land,
And then at last, as Daniel says, the great
Michael shall stand up for the final fate.

WEEK 2 ENOCH 12

1 Before these things Enoch was hidden,
And none of sons of men unbidden
Knew where it was that he was hidden,
2 And where he lived, and what became
Of him, for he was called by name
To work with the Watchers, his days
Were with the holy ones for praise.

Beloved, hide me too in the secret cave
Where Enoch is not lost to humble, brave
Elijah, Jesus, and the son of slave
That sped up on the steed to leave the grave
Planned by Abbasid for the fear of throne.
Beloved, hide me too and make me Your own.
The cradle of both power and wealth I see
Around me like the domain of the flea
Who, though a tiny beast, makes all curs scream
To waken to reality from dream.
Beloved, hide me too and I shall find there
Beloved Enoch and three to take a share
In the divine light set before Your seat
Where all in secret come to kiss Your feet.

3 I Enoch was blessing the Lord
Of majesty and fiery sword,
The King of the ages. 4 Indeed
The Watchers called on me with speed,
Enoch the scribe, and said to me
“Enoch, scribe of righteousness, flee,
Declare to the Watchers of heaven
And those who have left the high heaven,
The holy and eternal place,
And have defiled themselves and face
With women, and have done as do
The children of the earth on cue,
And have taken to themselves wives,
5 “You have accomplished great contrives,
Destruction on the earth, and you
Shall have no peace for what you do
Nor forgiveness of sin, and since
They love their sons, they’ll come to wince
At the murder of their beloved,
And they shall sorrow for the shoved
Destruction of their children, and
Shall make eternally appeal,
But mercy and peace shall not feel.”

The purpose of the occultation then
When Enoch disappeared from among men
Was to take the divine message again
Into the spirit world, the Watchers’ spot
And teach them of their coming horrid lot.
The teaching of Enoch to humankind
Is traced out in this book and in this mind.
I do not follow Enoch on his round
Of taking care of devils on the ground,
That is a secret by which human’s bound
Is not to tamper without Your command.
I take instead my own self under hand
I learn by their example and their band
To love and obey Your gracious demand.

ENOCH 13

1 Enoch went and said “Azazel,
You shall have no peace for a spell,
A harsh judgement is laid on you
To put you in custody too.

Azazel finds the desert heat and done
In thirst beneath a scorching, slaying sun,
And none but Enoch to rise for the fun
To defend and comfort the Watcher’s heart
Who chose to lead the angels from their part.
Beloved, I come to You and tell a tale
Incriminating Azazel to veil
The ending of experiment and start.
Beloved, I follow Enoch where I see
His flaming cape resound upon the lea,
And hear the secret words and wonder still
That I am caught and stayed upon the hill.
Beloved, seal off my tongue for I have heard
The whisper of the damning angel’s word.

2 Naught shall be given to abate
Your punishment, request you state
Shall not be granted, for the wicked
Things that you’ve taught, such things despicked
That you have done in godlessness,
And made of everything a mess,
3 And the unrighteousness and sin
That you have shown to men’s chagrin.”

It takes a bit of courage I would think
To go and talk to devils on the brink.
But then I’ve got an uncle used to talk
While milking his cows and observing stock
To devils and try making them repent.
So Enoch might have felt good being sent.
There is no repentance of watchers on
The ages of the world so close to dawn.
Perhaps in times to come, when all is said,
A reconciliation may be bred,
But now the dispensation seems to turn
On letting rebel angels lie and burn.
Beloved, I raise a hat if hat I wear
To Enoch and the courage of the fair.

4 Then I went and spoke to them all
Together, they were under pall
Of fear and trembling seized them then.
And they begged me to write again
Petition for them that they might
Find forgiveness in the Lord’s sight,
And to read their note before YHWH
In heaven. 5 For from then on true
They could not speak with Him nor lift
Their eyes up to the heavenly gift
For shame of their sins for which they
Had been condemned upon that day.

Rebellious Watchers in trembling and fear
Petition Enoch to write for Your ear
That You might forgive them the wicked plot
They hatched and carried out for what they got.
Like many after they could not reveal
Their faces to You to repent and heal
For shame of the grave deeds they did before.
And yet their children know such shame no more.
If the great giants of experiment
Have been disposed of in the waters sent
Or other means, there are still others plenty
To share rebellious sight in twenty-twenty.
Beloved, with Enoch or without my lay
Is that You look on me with grace today.

6 I wrote their petition appeal,
And the prayer that their spirits feel,
And of their deeds each one regarding
Their requests that, without retarding,
7 They should have forgiveness and length.
And I went off and sat in strength
Down at the waters of Dan, in
The land of Dan, which is within
The south-west of Hermon, I read
Their petition until I slept.
8 And indeed a dream came and swept
Me up in visions upon me,
And I saw all their penalty,
And a voice came bidding me tell
It to the sons of heaven in hell,
And reprimand them. 9 When I woke,
I came to them, to whom I spoke,
And they were all sitting together,
Weeping in Abelsjail together,
Which is between Lebanon and
Seneser, with faces in hand.

Though my will is to intercede for those
Who will not grant Your law their flesh and clothes,
Your mercy has its limits, and it fades
Before rebellious insistence in raids.
Your grace returns, Beloved, from breath to breath,
But some will turn to darkness and to death
From very kiss of life. The soiled throng
Of the angelic Watchers do the wrong.
Beloved, look on the address of my heart,
South of the Lebanon and in the part
Of Canaan set to Dan, whose skilful hand
Dyes all things purple and who turns command
Of precious stone and woven works to be
The glory of Your house eternally.

10 And I recounted before them
All the visions I saw in hem
Of sleep, and I began to speak
The words of righteousness they seek,
And reprimand the heavenly Watchers
For all their sins and all their botchers.

The hidden prophet does his task right well
When he goes to speak once to Azazel.
Alas, the angels that from great heaven fell
Into their sin, alas that they appeal
Without result for the reward they feel.
Your grace is given not for tears and pain,
But for those who beneath the summer rain
Stand willingly upon the field of gain
Where You created them and to sustain.
No sacrifice can atone for the sin
Of destruction of the kale and the bin
Divinely placed beneath the angels’ span.
I take the warning, I who am a man
Also endowed with tasks to give as can.

ENOCH 14

1 The book of words of righteousness,
And of the reprimand to bless
The eternal Watchers and by
The command of the Great and High
Holy One in that vision. 2 I
Saw in my sleep what I will now
Say with a tongue of flesh somehow
And with the breath of my mouth, which
The Great One has given to men rich
To converse with and understand
With the heart. 3 As He has in band
Created and given to man power
Of understanding wisdom’s shower,
So He’s created me also
And given me the power to show
The Watchers, heaven’s sons, reprimand.
4 I wrote out your petition, and
In my vision it has appeared
That your petition, as I feared,
Will not be granted you throughout
All the days of eternal bout,
And that judgement has now been passed
Upon you all indeed at last,
It will not be granted as asked.
5 And from now on you shall not go
Up into heaven, even masked,
For all eternity, but low
In bonds of the earth the decree
Has gone forth to bind you to be
For all the days of the world tree.

The voice of Enoch follows Your command,
Beloved, to vouchsafe justice in the land.
He must not fail to curse angelic band
No matter how he hopes the word he speaks
May be sweet as the honey in the beaks
Of honey-dipper. No man truly will
Curse willingly those sitting on the hill
In misery or power. Each man knows well
His own hour comes beneath death’s whispered spell.
But Enoch the immortal has the right
To bring angelic sorrows to the light.
His tongue is guarded by Your word to stay
Within the measures of the light of day
Illuminating darkness with its ray.

6 Before that you shall have seen how
Your beloved sons die in the row,
And you’ll have no pleasure in them,
But they’ll fall by the stratagem
Of the sword before you. 7 And your
Petition on their future score
Shall not be granted, nor yet on
Your own, even though you at dawn
Weep and pray and speak all the words
Found in my writing and its herds.

All takes place by the divine hand of writ,
And no prayer nor tears ever can change it.
The prophecy marks out the course of all
That takes place on the terrestrial ball.
Who have the choice to obey or to scale
The mountain of iniquity avail
Nothing at all to change their chosen fate.
Only grace comes on men because their sin
Was caused by the Watchers, not their own grin.
Depravity of humankind’s a teaching
That gives man more by exuberant preaching
Than is his true share in the course of things.
Man is a victim of the powers and kings
Of the airs invisible and their rings.

8 The vision was shown to me thus,
Lo, in the vision nebulous
Invited me and a mist called,
And the course of the stars installed
And lightnings sped and hastened me,
And winds in the vision caused me
To fly and lifted me above,
And carried me to heaven in love.

The recitation of Your lovely names
Lifts me in vision to where beyond claims
Your heavenly glory waits in glowing flames.
I ride the lightning from the thunder sound,
The Decalogue still thundering around
Bears me upon its wings as I repeat
The syllables of fire beyond retreat.
The clouds about the mountain bear the sway
Of swirling visions old from Enoch’s day
And without comfort draw me in their power
Without a shred of hope to win the tower.
I’m laid out beyond consciousness to groan
For being given more than flesh and bone
To rise upon the staff before Your throne.

9 And I went in till I drew near
A wall that is built of the clear
Crystal and bounded round by fire,
And so I there began to fear.
10 And I went in the tongues of fire
And came near a house to enquire,
One great and built of crystals, walls
Of the house were like tessellated
Floor made of crystals there instated,
And its groundwork was crystal too.
11 Its ceiling was like path in view
Of the stars and the lightnings’ crew,
And between them were cherubim
Of fire, their heaven to the brim
Was clear as water. 12 Flaming fire
Surrounded all the walls entire,
And all its portals blazed with fire.
13 And I entered that house, and it
Was hot as fire and cold as fit
Ice, where no delights of life sit.
14 Fear covered me, and trembling came
Upon me. As I quaked for blame
And trembled, I fell on my face.

The Quaker, Shaker vision is of old
One that leaves trembling soul both hot and cold.
I bear the vision to the furthest veil
Not because there is something to avail,
But because I’m caught up here like a leaf
And could descend only by entering grief.
You are not a cold flame that gives the soul
A choice between the dark and utter goal.
You are a lover that with sparkling hand
Takes up caresses that unmake the fanned
Floors of existence and stop at no toll.
Who long for ecstasy are foolish guests
Of the illusions and the veiling nests.
I find in You a peace where nothing rests.

15 And I saw a vision in place,
And lo there was a second house,
Greater than the former for nous,
And the whole portal stood ajar
Before me, and spectacular
Confected out of flames of fire.
16 And in every way and desire
It so surpassed one to admire,
Magnificence and vast beyond
What I can put in word and bond.

I pass within the bounds of my heart’s place,
The stony chamber hidden from my face,
Where prayer is wont to be made and the fire
Of sacrifice burn on the altar higher,
And as I enter in the chambered room
I see a deeper house rise from its doom
Whose core is bigger than surrounding grate,
And in whose love I find love is not late.
Once entered into love my eye abounds
With sights of further rooms above the grounds
Of nectar, and as my foot enters there
They also give way to a larger stair.
The deeper in the cloistered temple I
The greater Truth resounds against its sky.

17 And its floor also was of fire,
And above it were lightnings and
The path of the stars by command,
Its ceiling also was aflame.
18 And I looked and saw to my shame
Therein a high and lofty throne,
Its likeness was as crystal grown,
And the wheels of it as the sun
Shining in glory once begun,
And there the sight of cherubim.
19 And from beneath the throne of Him
Came streams of flaming fire undim,
So that I could not look at it.
20 And the Great Glory sat on it,
And His raiment shone more brightly
Than the sun and in its glory
Was whiter far than any snow.
21 None of the angels there could go
In to look at His face because
Of the magnificence it draws
And glory and no flesh could look
At Him. 22 A flaming fire there took
Around about Him, and a great
Fire stood before Him soon and late,
And none around could come near Him,
23 Ten thousand times ten thousand grim
Stood before Him, and yet no need
Of counsellor was His indeed.

Beloved, how I with eager step come in
The temple gate of fire and flame where sin
Is burned away by blazing grace to see
The throne upon a furnace floor and wide
Where in the undimmed light nothing can hide.
The simple rock-hewn chamber of the heart
Expands to a celestial hall in art
Where angels beyond count stand there to serve
As long as the eternal arches curve
Above their cantillation-filled prostrations.
I join in the angelic salutations
Until the fires of love devour me whole
And I have no more sacrifice of soul
Extinguished in the loves of all Your stations.

24 And the most holy ones who were
Near Him did not leave to confer
By night nor depart from Him. And
Until then I had been on land
Prostrated on my face, trembling,
And YHWH called me, began to sing
With His own mouth, and said to me
“Come hear, Enoch, hear my decree.”
25 And one of the holy ones came
To me and woke me to the flame,
And He made me rise up, come near
The door, I bowed my face in fear.

Beloved, the day is punctuated by
Prostrations of my head and heart, I try
To live between the formal times of prayer
Despite the longing of my soul to share
Prostration at Your throne, again, again.
I lust for prayer as lust for breath most men.
With each prostration on Your earth it seems
That my soul hungers for the greater gleams
Of glory that hide behind the last veil
Just out of reach, and just beyond the pale.
Beloved, the holy ones who bow to You
Do not sleep but repeat Your glories due
By night and day. But sleep outreaches me
To snuff the soul that thirsts eternally.

ENOCH 15

1 And He answered and said to me,
And I heard His voice “Fear not Me,
Enoch, you righteous man and scribe
Of righteousness to every tribe,
Come near and hear My voice. 2 “And go,
Say to the heavenly Watchers so,
Who have sent you to intercede
For them ‘Now you yourselves should plead
For men, and not men for your seed,

Should man plead for an angel on the skid?
Instead angels should plead for human bid,
If what You say is true, Beloved. I see
No fallen Watchers pleading grace for me.
I daresay few there be that intercede
In truth for one another and in need.
Half-hearted are the prayers that raise the roof
Of church halls and mosques that are given in proof.
Half-hearted are the prayers, if truth were told,
A man raises in his own behalf bold
When tempted to rebel against Your law.
A prayer is not made effective by awe.
Beloved, my burning heart turns round again
To make my wordless prayer a prayer of men.

3 “Why have you gone out from the high,
Holy, and the eternal sky,
And lain with women, and defiled
Yourselves with men’s daughters and wild
And taken to yourselves such wives,
And made like earthly child contrives,
Begetting giants as your sons?
4 “And though you were of holy ones,
And spirits living life eternal,
You have defiled yourselves infernal
With the blood of women, begotten
Children with the blood of flesh rotten,
And, just as the children of men,
Have lusted after flesh again
And blood as those also who die
And perish. 5 “And therefore have I
Given them wives also that they
Might impregnate them, and that way
Beget children by them, that thus
Nothing might in the terminus
Be lacking them on earth. 6 “But you
Were formerly spirits and true,
Living eternal life, and not
Dying for generations’ lot
In the world. 7 “And therefore I’ve not
Appointed wives for you nor sought,
For as for the ones spiritual
In the sky is their dwelling hall.

The fire of the angelic thought would be
They thought the very finest company
For earthy minds attuned in human breast.
They thought creative judgement was the best.
Imagination’s glint is siren still
And calls the scientist to foot the bill,
While faithfulness is too far-fetched to groan
Before the golden stairway and the throne.
Beloved, I see the trembling flesh and take
A vision of its horrors for the sake
Of knowledge and the passion of the snake.
Beloved, I hear the rumbling mesh and know
The sights beyond the sounds may never grow
To glory, yet I still applaud the show.

8 “And now, the giants, who have come
From spirits and flesh in their sum,
Shall be called evil spirits on
The earth, and on the earth anon
Shall be their dwelling. 9 “There have come
Evil spirits proceeding from
Their bodies, because they are born
From men and what is not to scorn
From holy Watchers is their start
And origin, they shall have part
As evil spirits on the earth,
And spirits of evil in worth
For what they’ve done they shall be called.
10 “[As for the heavenly spirits stalled,
In heaven shall be their dwelling, but
As for the spirits on earth shut
That were born on the earth, on earth
Shall be their dwelling in its girth.]

The earth once good and beautiful that came
From Your word and creating hand, the same
Is now despite the beauty of its airs
A gaol and prison filled with evil cares,
The spirits that haunt every buttercup
And shed where light is shadows coming up.
They dwell upon the earth, it is a thing
That cannot be denied, since the cold wing
Is felt upon the summer dewy grass
As well as in the frozen tundra pass.
And yet the evil spirit is a wind
That merely brushes where the angels sinned
And moves invisibly and shut apart,
While beauty stands unsullied in my heart.

The spirits of giants afflict,
Oppress, destroy, attack, inflict
Battle, and work destruction on
The earth, and cause trouble thereon,
They take no food, but hunger yet,
And thirst, and cause offences met.

The evil spirits that trample the just
And turn the diamond of dawn to mere dust
Hunger but yet take no food, no, nor trust
The water to quench thirst of whetted heel.
The dark wings shiver at the thunder’s peal,
The groans arise from where the people kneel,
But all the air is rife through silent steel
Above the cold and flaking red of rust.
Beloved, I flee to You from every sight
Of mercy and of victims in their plight,
I flee to You above the beating air,
I flee to You upon the golden stair.
My footsteps echo on the star-stemmed arch
Beyond the sweeping birch and settled larch.

11 “These spirits shall rise and attack
The children of men at their back
And against women, because they
Proceeded from them in their day.

All peoples know the evil spirits well
That clamour for sacrifice and the spell
To keep life on an even keel in boat
That ships the silver water on the float.
The rational of Scotsmen perhaps doubts
Existence of the evil spirits’ spouts,
But otherwise all peoples have their ways
To appease evil spirits for their days.
Enoch reveals the origin of those
Dark fears in superstition’s natural clothes
As actors in a cosmic reel and dance
That towers above the mimicry of prance
In modern psychiatric pseudo-pants.
Exchange the myths for sale in their repose.

ENOCH 16

1 “From the days of the slaughter and
Destruction and death by the hand
Of the giants, from the selves of
Whose flesh the spirits without love,
Having gone out, destroy without
Incurring blame, thus without doubt
They shall destroy until the day
Of consummation on the way,
The great judgement in which the age
Shall be consummated in stage,
Over the Watchers and godless,
Lo, all shall be finished address.

Mercy is Yours, Beloved, that You still stand
Above the giants’ disburdened fair land.
True, violence still stalks the waiting band
Of innocents beneath the Tigris’ strand,
But every giant now that lays me waste
Is fully human, though in steel well-laced.
The ogres pass into the storybooks
For children whose eyes rove the hidden nooks
Of nurseries till the hour of sleep returns.
No more do dragons scorch the lochs and burns.
If violence is found, the perpetrator
Is always just a man and nothing greater.
Beloved, I bless You that within my heart
You still send out destruction of sin’s part.

2 “And now as for the watchers who
Have sent you here that you may do
Intercession for them, and who
Had lately been in heaven and true,
Say to them 3 “‘You have been in heaven,
But all the mysteries of leaven
Had not been shown you, and you knew
Worthless ones, and these in your hearts
Of hardness you have made known arts
To the women, and through these things
Of mystery women and kings
Of men work great evil on earth.’
4 “Say to them therefore ‘In the dearth
You shall have no peace, underlings.’”

The Watchers shall have no Islam or peace
Because the mischiefs of their sons increase
Upon the earth, and make their punishment.
All beings are punished in what was meant
By their sons, whether for the common weal
Or for the evil incantations’ spiel.
The power of rhetoric still gapes abroad
To rule a world by cantillating rod.
Save my poor soul, Beloved, from rhyme and rent
That go about the pathways of descent
To stoke the fires of native undesire
Beneath the iron and marbled kingly ire.
I seek, Beloved, that peace and Islam sent
On humankind, and bird and beast unbent.

ENOCH 17

1 And they took me and brought me to
A place in which those who were there
Are like a flaming fire in crew,
And, when they wished to appear fair,
They came as men. 2 And they brought me
To the place of darkness to be,
And to a mountain that reached up
Its summit to the heavenly cup.

That mountain I have climbed that reaches to
The fields of everlasting clover dew,
The darkness of the night work and the rate
Of struggle for the sunlight at the gate.
That mountain about sea and flame and air
That despite higher stone still keeps its share
Of earth beneath the feet of climber there.
Indeed they may appear as men or yet
As sirens in the clover fields to get
A hand upon the passing searcher’s shoulder.
I press on toward the furthest, utmost boulder.
Beloved, they took me and brought me to find
The cave of darkness may be home of blind,
But I seek higher ground though grassed and vined.

3 And I saw places of the lights
And treasures of the stars at nights
And of the thunder and the deep,
Where were a fiery bow in keep
And arrows and their quiver, and
A fiery sword and out of hand
All the lightnings upon the land.
4 And they took me to running waters,
And to the fire of western daughters,
That receives setting of the sun.
5 And I came to a river run
With fire in which the fire flows like
Water and runs out in the strike
To the great sea towards the west.
6 I saw immense rivers and best
Came to the great river and to
The huge darkness, and went into
The place where no flesh walks or grew.

Beloved, the continents that I have crossed
Are both the physical and spirit’s mossed.
The places I have known are those where met
Are merchants, travellers, customs men to get
The benefit of every passer-by,
The places I have known are silent tie
To quiet minds and to the weathered vine.
The lands of mind and spirit are both mine.
Wherever I turn in my wanderings
Of meditation or the flounderings
Of feet and wings, I find the river there
That takes in its arms everything but me
And draws all back into the silver sea,
And dreams all back into the silent share.

7 I saw the mountains of the dark
Of winter and the place in park
From where flow all the waters stark
Of the deep. 8 I saw all the rivers
Of the earth in their sources’ shivers,
And the mouth of Tehowm in spark.

The very sources of creation span
The depths, the dragon depths, for meagre man
A place unfathomable, cave of light
Of fire and darkness of primordial night.
I follow Enoch’s way upon the reach
Of strangely common pebbles on the beach
Unlit by sun or star, the root and ground
Of all imaginable things in sound.
Rivers of fire beneath the mountain peak
That reaches up to heaven at its seek
Draw on the heart of love, the burning heart
Into the darkened columns from the start
Where even there, behind the sacred gloom
You live, Beloved, as though beyond the tomb.

ENOCH 18

1 I saw the treasuries of wind,
I saw how He’d made disciplined
The whole creation and the firm
Foundations of the earth, the term
Of the earth’s corner-stone, 2 I saw
The four winds and that bear with awe
The expanse of the heaven, I saw
How the winds stretch out on the vaults
Of heaven, and have their station faults
Between the sky and earth, 3 these are
The pillars of the sky and bar.
4 I saw the winds of heaven that turn
And bring the sun’s circuit to burn
And all the stars to their setting.
5 I saw the winds on the earth’s wing
Bear up the clouds, I saw the paths
Of the angels. 6 I saw the laths
Of the sky’s firmament above
At the end of the earth to shove.

Some prove divine the origin of writ
By how the scientific theories fit
Into the glowing words of temple gold
That touches inner chamber with the fold
Of faith. I think attempts at such are vain,
And yet I see here set down clear and plain
Description of the solar wind abroad
As though men knew the secrets of space odd
Upon the shore. Such words are no more proof
Of inspiration than figures aloof
That seem to contradict the latest theory
Are proofs that word is something for the leery
To scoff at. My beloved, I would recite
Your names merely to come into the light.

And I proceeding saw a place
That burns by day and in the race
Of night, where there are seven hills
Of splendid stones, three towards the rills
To eastward, and three towards the south.
7 And as for those towards the mouth
To eastward, one was tinted stone,
And one was pearl, and jacinth tone
The last, and those towards the south
Of red stone. 8 But the middle one
Reached up to heaven like the throne
Of God, of alabaster, cone
Of the throne was of sapphire done.
9 And there I saw a flaming fire.
10 And beyond these mountains a dire
Region the end of the great earth,
There the skies were finished in worth.

How many cities on this earth lay claim
To lying on the seven hills of their fame?
It’s not just Rome, I’ve heard the saying said
In Tallahassee for a truth to spread.
It’s human to appropriate the dare
Of every bold and sturdy thing to wear.
Beloved, I come before the seven hills
To find the river where the life distils
In the eternities of heavenly fire.
Your throne upon its hills is my desire.
I see the sky bend down upon the earth
Into the straight horizon with its mirth
Reducing all to one line at Your feet.
I see the mountain where all things must meet.

11 And there I saw a deep abyss,
With columns made of heavenly fire,
And among them columns of fire
I saw fall, which were beyond measure
Alike towards the height and treasure
And towards the depth. 12 And beyond this
Abyss I saw a place that had
No firmament of heaven clad
Above, no firmly founded earth
Beneath it, there was upon it
No water, and no birds found fit,
But it was waste, horrible place.
13 I saw there seven stars like mace
Great burning mountains, and to me,
When I inquired of their degree,
The angel said 14 “This place is end
Of heaven and earth to comprehend
A prison for the stars and host
Of heaven. 15 “And the stars that boast,
Rolling over the fire, are they
That have transgressed commandment’s way
Of YHWH in the start of their rising,
Because they did not for despising
Come forth at their appointed times.
16 “And He was angry for their crimes,
And bound them till the time when their
Guilt should be finished on the air
Even for ten thousand years fair.”

There where the azure curtain of the sky
Comes down to meet the horror flashing by,
There is the place of awful punishment
For the stars that in their courses were sent
And failed from start to be obedient.
The decrees of Your heavens are fully known
By the courses unwayward stars have shown,
But there is no form nor experiment
To evidence to scientists the way
Of creature stars who follow their own day.
A mythic place it must seem to all men
Who view the divine orchestrations then.
Beloved, the vision is a warning light
To guide the wary through the paths of night.

ENOCH 19

1 And Uriel said to me “Here
Shall stand the angels in their fear
Who’ve joined themselves with women’s gear,
And their spirits assuming many
Different forms as well as any
Defile mankind and lead them wrong
To sacrifice to demons strong
As gods, here shall they stand, until
The day of the great judgement fill
In which they shall be judged until
They are made an end of and nil.
2 “And of the angels women too
Who went astray shall become true
Sirens.” 3 And I, Enoch, alone
Saw the vision, the ends full-blown
Of all things, and no man shall see
As I have seen eternally.

No man shall see as Enoch saw that time
The ends of every good deed and each crime,
But all can see who gaze upon the clear
That fornication with the spirits near
Results in gross idolatry or mere
Cunningly structured, base theologies
That claim to honour You and praise and please,
And yet fail in obedience’ decree.
Beloved, I hand to You what pleasures me
Of brave creations in philosophy,
And take You at Your word though man of flesh
Can never understand the depths that mesh
The dark and light reflections in the fresh
Reverberations of false liturgy.

WEEK 3 ENOCH 20

1 These are the holy angels’ names
Who watch. 2 Uriel, one and same
Of the holy angels, whose claim
Is on the world and Tartarus.
3 Raphael, one felicitous
Of holy angels, who is over
The spirits of men as a drover.
4 Raguel, holy angels’ one
Who takes vengeance with vengeance done
5 On the world of the luminaries.
6 Michael, one of the holy skerries,
Set over the best part of man
And over chaos in the span.
7 Saraqael, one of the holy
Angels, who is set over lowly
Spirits, who sin in their own way.
8 Gabriel, one of the holy sway
Of angels, who is over lay
Of paradise and the serpents
And the cherubim in their tents.
Remiel, one not to despise
Of the holy angels in skies
Whom God set over those who rise.

The seven archangels each remove a veil
Till seven all told lie at the feet in scale
And vistas of the universe arise
Before the wondering faqir’s opened eyes.
Your light, Beloved, on Tartarus is needed
If Uriel is Your light though unheeded.
Raphael rules humankind’s spirits while
Raguel heeds the lanterns on the style,
Michael the fourth rules men, women and chaos,
While Saraqael the sinful spirit laos.
Gabriel watches Paradise with grim
Eye on the serpent and the cherubim.
Remiel only lifts a glittering eye
On those that rise into the chambered sky.


AUTHOR: THOMAS G. MCELWAIN

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