ENOCH CHAPTER 90 ~ 99

WEEK 12. ENOCH 90

1 And I saw till that in this way
Thirty-five shepherds under sway
Took to feeding the sheep a day,
And they each did their times as did
The first, and others as they bid
Received them into their hands, and
To pasture them for their time planned,
Each shepherd in his own time scanned.
2 And after that I saw in my
Vision all the birds of the sky
Coming, the eagles, vultures, kites,
The ravens, but the eagles’ sights
Led all the birds, and they began
To consume those sheep, and as can
To pick out their eyes and devour
Their flesh. 3 And the sheep cried an hour
Because their flesh was being eaten
By the birds without salt or sweeten,
And as for me I looked and cried
Lamenting in my sleep beside
Over that shepherd who pastured
The sheep. 4 And I saw it endured
Until those sheep were consumed by
The dogs and eagles and kites sly,
And they left neither flesh nor skin
Nor sinew remaining nor tin
On them till only bones stood there,
And their bones too fell from the air
To the earth and the sheep were few.
5 And I saw until in the dew
Twenty-three had taken the duty
Of pasturing, finished in beauty
Their several times fifty-eight times.
6 But indeed lambs were born like dimes
By those white sheep, and they began
To open eyes and then to scan,
And to cry to the sheep. 7 Indeed,
They cried to them, they would not heed
To what they said to them, but were
Most deaf, and their eyes blind to blur.

The desert righteous ones who hid from king
And every Roman and outrageous thing
Upon the barren heights above the sea
Of salt, cried out the truth incessantly,
But were not heard until the opened grave
Of Your words showed who was to damn and save.
The temple’s been for centuries in hand
Of priest and caesar till the ampersand
Became altar to silks of Samarqand,
And saw the ways turn to seas from the land,
And from the seas to air, and still they stand.
The marriage of divine law to the sword
Of pagan priests and princes in accord
Still carries condemnation of their Lord.

8 And I saw in the vision how
The ravens flew down in a row
Upon those lambs and took one lamb,
And dashed the sheep in pieces slam
And ate them up. 9 And I saw till
Horns grew upon those lambs, and still
The ravens threw down their horns, and
I saw till sprouted in remand
A great horn of one of those sheep,
And their eyes were opened to peep.
10 And it looked at them, and it cried
To the sheep, and the rams abide
To see it and all run to it.
11 And notwithstanding all this fit
Those eagles, vultures, ravens, kites
Still kept tearing the sheep in fights
And swooping down on them to eat,
Still the sheep were silent to bleat,
But the rams lamented and cried.
12 And those ravens fought side by side
And battled with it, sought to lay
Low its horn, but they had no ray
Of power over it. 13 And all
The eagles and vultures that call,
And ravens and kites came together,
And there came with them every feather
And all the sheep of the field, lo,
They all came together below,
And helped each other to break that
Horn of the ram there where he sat.

The Roman powers that once devoured Your sheep
Came in to slay Messiah and to keep
Their slaughter on the Massada in vain.
You raised Muhammad in the land of pain
And still the followers of sun and moon
Rushed in to break the horn of him as soon
As faith was lit from Axum’s halls and room
And Yemen brightened even Persia’s gloom.
The horn was broken, on that very day
The crown was buried in the common way
That priesthood joins hand with unholy power.
And Abu Bakr came to rule an hour.
Beloved, I still my voice behind the veil
To cantillate Your names and find that grail.

18 I saw till a great sword was given
To the sheep, and the sheep that live in
That place proceeded against all
The beasts of the field in the call
To slay them, and all the beasts and
The birds of the sky fled the band.
19 I saw the man who wrote the book
According as YHWH’s command took,
Till he opened that book about
The destruction which those twelve stout
Last shepherds had done, and showed that
They had destroyed much more and fat
Than their predecessors, before
YHWH of the sheep He held in score.

Where there are twelve for good there also lie
Twelve evil and impostors under sky.
Where the sword of usurper swings abroad,
Sometimes, Beloved, You also show the laud
Of one appointed to give back the true
To those who patiently await the dew.
The darkest night comes just before the rise
Of moisture on the stillness and the cries
Of cock upon the field. So Ali vies
With three who would prevent his holy eyes.
Beloved, I search the dooryard and the gate
Below the fir-tops and horizon’s mate,
To see the sword arise that with a word
Can set the flames above the wind and stirred.

And I saw till YHWH of the sheep
Came unto them and took to keep
In His hand the staff of His wrath,
And smote the earth in every path,
And the earth clave asunder, and
All of the beasts upon the land
And all the birds of the sky fell
From among those sheep that excel,
And were swallowed up in the earth
And it covered them for their worth.
20 And I saw till a throne was set
In Muhammad’s land, and was met
The Lord of the sheep sitting there,
And the other took up the fair
Sealed books and opened those books where
Sat the Lord of the sheep. 21 And YHWH
Called those men the seven first true
White ones, and commanded that they
Should bring before Him in the way,
Beginning with the first star which
Led the way and into the ditch,
All the stars with penises like
Those of horses ready to strike,
And they brought them all before Him.
22 And He said to that man with vim,
Who wrote before Him, being one
Of those seven white ones when done,
And said to him, ‘Take those seventy
Shepherds to whom I gave in fee
The sheep, and who taking them on
Their own authority slew drawn
More than I had commanded them.’
23 And indeed they in stratagem
Were all bound, I saw, and they all
Stood before Him and at His call.

From Mecca to Jerusalem the air
Is filled with gore and stench arising where
Men slay each other for no other brood
Than that they are made evil in the crude.
Step down in judgement on the holy city
Of Mecca, show Jerusalem no pity,
But melt poor Mount of Olives under feet
Of judgement and set up the judgement seat.
Lay bare my trembling heart and slice away
The evil there that meets the light of day
Until only You hold the sceptre’s sway.
Plough up the land Muhammad sowed in tears
And scatter all the broken weeds and fears,
Beloved, let judgement fire arise that sears.

24 And the judgement was held first over
The stars, and they were judged as rover
And found guilty, and they went to
The place of condemnation due,
And they were cast in an abyss,
Full of fire and flaming amiss,
And full of pillars of fire too.
25 And those seventy shepherds grew
To be judged and found guilty, and
They were cast in that fiery land.
26 I saw at that time how a like
Abyss was opened in the strike
Of the earth, full of fire, and they
Brought those blinded sheep in that way,
And they were all judged and were found
Guilty and cast into profound
And fiery abyss, and they burned.

The unfaithful sheep, priest and king, are thrown
Into the abyss where the watchers grown
Full in their lust to make of flesh and bone
A mockery of You meet just deserts.
Ah, little man may rise when he asserts
Himself to join angelic powers in spurts!
Beloved, free me from angels and their voices
That blend themselves among my own dark choices.
Let every heart alive burn with the load
Of lust or love that has been his abode.
Then shall the judgement fire seek out its own
For everything that all souls will condone.
Then shall the burning heart here in my breast
Find in Your flames, Beloved, the well-earned rest.

27 Now this abyss was to the right
Of that house. And I saw the sight
Of those sheep burning and their bones
Burning. 28 And I stood up in zones
To see till they folded up that
Old house, and carried off all that
There was in pillars, and the beams
And ornaments of the house seams
Were at the same time folded there,
And they carried it off as fair
And laid it in place in the south
Of the land from the river’s mouth.
29 I looked until the Lord of sheep
Brought a new house greater to keep
And higher than the first, and set
It up in the place where had met
The first one its demise, all its
Pillars were new, and so were its
Decorations and larger than
Those of the first, the one by plan,
The former one which He’d removed,
And all the sheep within it proved.
30 I saw all the sheep which were left,
And all the beasts that earth could heft,
And all the birds of heaven, fall down
To do homage to those sheep’s crown
And make petition to obey
Them in each thing and every way.

Perhaps the dome above the rock, where once
Isaac lay tranquil neath the heavy brunts
Of sacrifice initiatory that
Around the world plays havoc with the vat
Of youthful, guileless joys, is temple new
And built again to keep the sky in view.
I walk beneath the golden roof and stop
In Al-Aqsa to give my prayers a prop,
And in prostration find the red stone there
In columns and wall that rise in the air
In answering to prophecies not made
In vain, but which arose and were not stayed.
Beloved, let all men come before Your throne
To know that You are God and You alone.

31 Thereafter those three clothed in white
Who took me before by the right
Hand, and the hand of that ram too
Took hold of me, and they were true
To lift me up and set me down
In the midst of those sheep in town
Before the judgement would take place.
32 And those sheep were all white in face,
And their wool abundant and clean.
33 All that was destroyed at the scene
And scattered, and all beasts of field,
And all the birds that heaven may yield,
Assembled in that house, the Lord
Of the sheep rejoiced as restored
With great joy because they were all
Good and had returned at His call
To His house. 34 And I saw till they
Laid down that sword once given sway
To the sheep, and they brought it back
Into the house, and without lack
It was sealed before the presence
Of YHWH, and all the sheep with sense
Were invited into that house,
But there was not room for the spouse.

It’s true Ezekiel’s vision still awaits
The opening of all the shining gates,
And yet a house most marvellous instates
On Zion for the prayers of humankind.
Who cry for a new temple must be blind,
Since the gold shines above Jerusalem,
Al-Aqsa too lifts up a crimson hem.
All are invited in to say their prayers,
And wend their way along the heavenly stairs.
I too have washed my hands, head, feet and face
In the clear waters of that holy place
And turned to prostrate where the pillars stand
Above the stones of Zion’s holy land.
Beloved, the world is whirling at Your grace.

35 And all the eyes of them were clear
And opened to see without fear
The good, and there was not one there
That did not see. 36 I saw the share
Of that house that it was large, broad
And very full. 37 I saw in rod
That a white bull was born, with large
Horns and all of the beasts that barge
Through the fields and all the birds of
The air feared him and made in love
Petition to him all the time.
38 I saw until in place and clime
All their generations were changed,
They all became white bulls arranged,
And the first among them became
A lamb, and that lamb great in fame
Had great black horns upon its head,
And the Lord of the sheep rejoiced
Over it and over all voiced
Oxen. 39 And I slept among them,
And awoke to the stratagem.

All wait for You, Beloved, to send the true
Messiah or Mahdi, and not a few
Hope Jesus Christ again may come to wear
The kingly robe beneath Salem’s night air.
The bull and lamb shall meet and all things tight
With narrow walls and all things over bright
With false hopes shall be overturned at last.
The hopes of all have yet to come and fast.
Across the fading stream where since the world
Was first unloaded of the ark impearled
None have seen the treasures upon its bed
Now the dry hand of sun at last is led.
Beloved, the cry of Your creation calls
Once more and beats upon the judgement halls.

40 This is the vision that I saw
While I slept, and awoke in awe
And blessed YHWH of my righteousness
And gave Him glory and to bless.
41 Then I wept with a great weeping
And my tears stayed as in a spring
Till I could no longer endure,
When I saw, they flowed on and sure
Because of what I’d seen to come,
For everything shall come in sum
And be fulfilled, and all the deeds
Of men in their order of creeds
Were shown to me. 42 On that night I
Remembered the first dream to spy,
And because of that dream I wept
And was troubled, because I’d kept
That vision I’d seen as I slept.

As Enoch saw beforehand in the view
Divinely sent, I too see history’s crew
Stand staunch before my eyes and live again
As I read on the story of all men.
Divine sight for the future is as strong
As for the past, all is a strident song
And nothing more. All things made here
Are made of unsubstantial trim and gear.
You only, my Beloved, have substance true,
And there is nothing in all things but You.
You whirl, and universes come to be,
I turn, and there is nothing there to see.
All is a vision of the divine tale,
All is a sea and sky, a glimpse of sail.

SECTION V. 91-104 (i.e. 92, 91:1-10, 18-19, 93:1-10, 91:12-17, 94-104). A BOOK OF EXHORTATION AND PROMISED BLESSING FOR THE RIGHTEOUS AND OF MALEDICTION AND WOE FOR THE SINNERS.

ENOCH 92

1 The book written by Enoch, this
[Enoch indeed wrote in his bliss
This complete teaching of wisdom,
Which is praised of all men in sum,
And a judge of all the earth] for
All of my children who in store
Shall live on the earth, and for all
The future generations’ call,
Who’ll observe uprightness and peace.

Perhaps by peace he means Islam, I trow,
But Islam is not enough anyhow,
It must be combined with uprightness too.
Many there be descendants of the crew
Of Enoch who say they are Muslims or
Claim to be Jews, Samaritans or more
Christians, and still lack both Islam and peace
As well as uprightness in the increase.
Beloved, write on my heart and head and hand
The teaching of wisdom that came to stand
By Enoch in his visions of the night
And views of days and years and what is right.
May I live by that wisdom while my heart
Beats and I breathe its noble counterpart.

2 Do not let your spirit decrease
To be troubled for evil times,
For the Holy and Great One chimes
The hour appointed for all things.
3 And the righteous one from the springs
Of sleep shall rise and walk the paths
Of righteousness, and all his paths
And conversation shall be in
Eternal goodness and not sin
But grace. 4 He will be gracious to
The righteous and give him the due
Eternal uprightness, and He
Will give him power so he shall be
Endowed with goodness and the right.
And he shall walk eternal light.
5 And sin shall perish in the dark
For ever, and shall no more spark
Of it be seen from that day’s park.

My task is not to plot the evil ways
That cross and recross all my living days.
My task is not to frown to see the lot
Of evil-doers chilling what they’ve caught.
My task is not to bear the burden of
Sorrow to see the greater lack of love
That steels the world against Your word and breath.
My task is not to fear the coldly death.
My task instead is to take hold of grace
And walk in uprightness before the face
Of passing peers who grasp with empty greed
The changeless gold upon which sorrows feed.
My task is not to stand and wait, nor fight,
But walk in goodness and eternal light.

ENOCH 91

1 And now, my son Methuselah,
Summon to me the genera
Of all your brothers and bring here
To me all the sons of your dear
Mother, for the word calls me, and
The spirit is poured on my hand,
So that I may show you all things
To come on you eternal springs.’
2 And thereupon Methuselah
Went and summoned to him in awe
All his brothers, assembled kin.
3 And he spoke to all the children
Of righteousness and said ‘Hear, you
Sons of Enoch, all the words true
Of your father, and listen well
To the voice of my mouth that fell,
For I exhort you telling you,
Beloved, “Love uprightness and walk
In it, and do not come to balk
At uprightness with double heart,
And do not join with such in part,
But walk in righteousness, my sons.
4 And it shall guide you on good runs,
And righteousness shall be your friend.
5 For I know that violence must
Increase on earth and on its dust,
And a great chastisement shall fall
Upon all the terrestrial ball,
And all unrighteousness shall end,
Indeed, cut off up from its root,
And its whole edifice to boot.

Enoch tells how to meet the violence
That comes upon the earth with right good sense.
He does not say to meet the sword with sword,
Nor does he say to submit to the lord
Usurper and claim there is nought to do
Except the evil that he commands you.
The violence today as yesterday
Is best met by the righteous act and way.
Precisely before slaughter and its danger
Righteousness is a friend instead of stranger.
Beloved, take all vengeance away from me
And give my heart the power to stand and be
Upright before the present challenging,
Make righteousness my friend instead of sting.

6 And unrighteousness shall again
Be consummated among men
Upon the earth, and all the deeds
Of unrighteousness and the weeds
Of violence and transgression
Prevail to twofold degree won.
7 And when sin and unrighteousness
And blasphemy of fierce address
And violence in all its kinds
Of deeds increase on hearts and minds,
Apostasy and transgressing
And uncleanness increase to sting,
A great chastisement shall come down
From heaven upon all these in town,
And the holy Lord will come out
With wrath and chastisement to shout
Judgement on earth. 8 In those days shall
Violence be cut off for sal
From its roots, and be cut off too
The roots of unrighteousness due
To deceit, and they’ll be destroyed
From under heaven in the void.

Stand down, Beloved, and lay Your sword on me
As I whirl at this Sabbath’s gate and free,
And let Your sword cleave from my soul all sin
That I have done, would do, or would let in.
Bring fire upon me now in quietness
That I may be pure in the great witness
That is a future thing to those gone blind,
But is forever present in Your mind.
Stand down, Beloved, and with Your holy hand
Uproot the wickedness out of the land
And out of the hard soil that makes my heart
A weight to follow injustice by cart
And donkey. My Beloved, awake and start
The day of judgement now, do not depart.

9 And all the idols of the gay
Heathen shall take abandoned way,
And their temples burned with the fire,
And they shall remove them from hire
In all the earth, and they shall be
Cast into the judgement in fee
To burn, and shall perish in wrath
Forever in grievous pain’s path.

Do idols feel the pain of burning fire?
If not, then what use is the furnace ire?
And if they do, then are they not gods too,
At least as are all those who join to chew
Awareness of Your I-ness in not few?
Idol and temple do not feel the wrath,
I ween, that falls upon their broadened path.
The pain grates on the builder and the one
Who joins the idol temple to have fun.
I too enter the temple and see there
The idols of men’s hearts reflected fair,
And yet, though I’m constrained to bow the head
Upon the marbled floors, I know instead
Your face beyond all things and all things led.

10 And the righteous shall rise up from
Their sleep, and wisdom also come
To be given to them in sum.
[And after that unrighteous root
Shall be cut off, sinners in suit
Shall be destroyed by the sword’s mouth . . .
Shall be cut off from north to south
From the blasphemers, and those who
Plan violence also those who
Commit blasphemy shall expire
By the mouth of the sword and fire.]
18 And now I tell you, my sons, and
Show you the righteous paths’ command,
And also paths of violence.
Indeed, I’ll show you them with sense
Again so you may know what comes.
19 And now, listen to me, you bums,
My sons, and walk in the right way,
In paths of violence don’t stray,
For all who walk unrighteous paths
Shall perish for eternal swaths.’

Your prophet, my Beloved, makes fair distinction
Between the upright way and the extinction
Of Soul by violence, and by that token
The loss of all for nothingness bespoken.
Illusion swears that if I slay the soul
That competes with me for the chosen goal
That I will be crowned master of all things,
The universe as well as queens and kings.
That pure, evil irrationality
Amazes in universality.
That human minds accept such froth for truth
Passes comprehension of right and ruth.
Yet such is the foundation of the State,
Both of elected and the rich and great.

ENOCH 93

1. And after that Enoch both gave
And began to recount and rave
From the books. 2 And so Enoch said
‘Concerning the children who’re led
In righteousness and the elect
Of the world, and in the respect
Of the plant of uprightness, I
Will speak these things, and indeed, I
Enoch will declare them to you,
My sons, according to the due
Which came to me in heavenly vision,
And which I have known through division
Of holy angels’ word, and learnt
From heavenly tablets as I’ve earnt.’
3 And Enoch began to recount
From the books and said in amount
‘I was born the seventh upon
The first week from creation’s dawn,
While judgement and right still endured.
4 And after me there shall inured
Come in the second week a great
Wickedness, and deceit like hate
Shall spring up, and in it there’ll be
The first end of the earth’s country.

The seven ages of the world discern
The ways of men for what they did not learn.
The first age of the spiritual time
Was not the age of Adam, Seth or rhyme
Of Cain’s attempt at civilizing earth,
Nor even age of Abel’s righteous worth,
But age of Enoch, he who walked with You
And saw all ages held within his view,
And lives to tell in prophecy and might
Of memory the Flood in Noah’s sight.
Beloved, I praise Your name who set apace
Prophets and divine guides before Your face,
And rise to honour and obey the word
That they have given since my heart was stirred.

5 And in it a man shall be saved,
But after its end and engraved
Unrighteousness shall grow up, and
A law shall be made to withstand
Sinners. And after that upon
The third week at its close withdrawn
A man shall be elected as
The plant that righteous judgement has,
And his posterity shall be
The plant of righteousness in spe.

At the close of the third age David rose
Elected by You and by power’s close
That sought to make kingship an honoured thing
By those who live beneath the golden wing.
Instead of giant heroes of the past
He counted his descent until the last
Through foreign women who despite man’s will
Were brave to seek Your coming to the fill.
He planted on earth in posterity
The son of David, the Messiah’s tree
And after him perfection of Your grace,
A prophet standing aye before Your face,
And all descended on eternal throne
Granted to David once and his alone.

6 And after that in the fourth week,
At its close, visions of the meek
Holy and righteous shall be seen,
And a law for all generations
And an enclosure shall, I ween,
Be made for them before the nations.

At the close of the fourth age of the world
The banner of Messiah was unfurled,
And all its glories hidden in the way
Of a man like Moses meek in his stay,
And unattractive to those who sought power
Of Caesar to built temple for an hour.
The law for all the ages came down then
Upon the desert air for fasting when
He conquered flesh and blood and spirit gave
To destroy death and sin as well as grave.
Messiah gave in alms to poor instead
Of arms to kings, and then in chamber fled
To pray and fast in secret of the heart,
Upon the threshold Kaaba for a start.

7 And after that in the fifth week,
At its close, the house that they seek
Of glory and dominion shall
Be built for ever, eternal.

The fifth age of the world closed with the birth
Of the Mahdi whose name fulfilled the worth
Of his grandfather, seal of prophets bold
Whose law perfected what had once been told
To Enoch when he read the script in gold
Upon the heavenly tablets in the air.
The gate of air I breathe and hear Your law
Once told on Sinai with the greatest awe
Expounded for a final time before
The universe aghast to hear once more
The syllables roll out on thunder sound
And whisper as the smallest voice that’s found.
Beloved, the cycle of Your word is done
From the beginning of Enoch it’s won.

8 And after that in the sixth week
All who live in that place to speak
Shall be blinded, the hearts of all
Of them shall forsake wisdom call
In godlessness. In it a man
Shall ascend, and at its close scan
The house of dominion shall be
Burnt with fire, and the whole race see
Of the chosen root shall be scattered.

Though law eternal was perfected in
The life of prophet and divine guide’s win,
No other faith was quenched so quickly as
That of Muhammad, who as quickly as
He died was rejected by one and all
Who persecuted the divine guides’ hall.
By the year of the twelfth that godlessness
Had filled the world with power’s wickedness,
Inheriting both Egypt’s throne and Rome
And casting out the pure without a home.
Since then the house of dominion is set
In its hidden occulting from cadet.
I flee from institutions and their gain
And find Your hidden hall and not in vain.

9 After that in the seventh week
Apostate generation battered
Shall arise, and many the weak
Shall apostatize for its deeds.
10 And at its close elected seeds
Of righteous, eternal plant get
Sevenfold instruction well set
Concerning His creation’s whole.
11 [For who is there of all the toll
Of humankind able to hear
The Holy One’s voice without fear?
And who can think His thoughts? And who
Is there can look at all the crew
Of heaven’s works? 12 And how should there
Be one who could look at the sky,
And who is there who is not shy
To understand the things on high
And see a soul or spirit and
Could tell about it out of hand,
Or ascend and see all their ends
And think them or do like their friends?
13 And who is there of all men that
Could know what is the breadth and bat
Of length of the earth, and to whom
Has been shown their measure and room?
14 Or is there anyone who could
Discern the length of heaven’s good
And how great is its height, and on
What it is founded from the dawn,
And how great is the rate of stars,
And where all lights rest in their cars?]

At the end of the present age shall come
A sevenfold instruction of the sum
Of revelation to direct the meek
And once again establish in its week
The Sabbath rest in You, the hope of true
Respect and honour to the poor and few.
But that is preceded by what I see
In reformation, Rome, and sophistry
Of war colonial and incense poured
Upon the altar of profits adored.
I humbly bow to You, Beloved and mine,
That I have lived to see the shadowed sign
Of that great revelation once restored.
May I live to see You only implored.

WEEK 13 ENOCH 91

12 And after that there shall be one
More week, the eighth week, when is done
Righteousness, and a sword shall be
Given to it that just decree
Of righteous judgement shall fall on
Oppressors, and sinners at dawn
To be delivered in the hands
Of the righteous set out in bands.
13 And at its close they shall acquire
Houses through their righteous desire,
A temple shall be built in glory
For the Great King’s eternal story,
14d And humankind all shall look to
The path of uprightness to do.

Beloved, I seek the eighth age of the world,
The age of judgement, the banner unfurled
For one thousand years on the plain for all
To see the justice of Your throne and hall.
I seek the vision of Saint John who saw
Again what Enoch first laid out in awe.
I seek the lake of fire and its reward
To lay to rest for ever bomb and sword.
I seek the temple that in grace bestowed
Forever set above the bright abode
Contains Your glory though spilled out abroad
The universe, reflected screen of God.
But even now beforehand I taste here
Your judgement in the upright path and clear.

14a And after that, in the ninth week,
The righteous judgement that they seek
Shall be revealed to the whole world, b
And all the works godless unfurled
Shall vanish from all the earth, c and
The world shall be written down land
For destruction. 15 And after this,
In the tenth week and in abyss
Of the seventh part, there shall be
The great eternal judgement see,
In which He will extend vengeance
Among the angels to commence.

The ninth age fastens on all earth and sky
The reverence of all doing by and by
In righteousness, all else shall vanish in
The destruction of wickedness and sin.
An age of peace and glory, heavenly way
When in their own abyss the angels fey
Who counter Your command shall find their own
Eternal vengeance sent out from Your throne.
Ten thousand years accomplish on the earth
The rise and fall of evil and its dearth.
Ten thousand years are not enough to speak
The glories of Your name, those things I seek
Into eternity and for a day
Of Sabbath rest upon Your sovereign sway.

16 And the first heaven shall depart
And pass away, and all its art,
And a new heaven shall appear,
And all the powers of heaven in fear
Shall give in sevenfold their light.
17 After that there will many weeks
Be without number, without sheiks
For ever, and all shall be in
Goodness and righteousness, and sin
Shall no more for ever known
Nor mentioned before divine throne.

Though I live at beginning of the age
Number seven in Enoch’s inspired page,
I reach my hand into the glorious time
Where there is nothing by the whirling rhyme
Of Your creation’s cycles in their gait
That spirals through infinities and great
Halls and the corridors of stars to fill
Beyond time and place the Creator’s mill.
As I recite Your blessèd name I know
The ecstasies of that limitless show
That makes the present world a shadow land
Beneath the air of Your law where it fanned,
Beneath the hopes of future days and past
Of a world that may or may never last.

ENOCH 94

1 And now I say to you, my sons,
Love righteousness and watch your buns,
And walk therein, for righteous paths
Are worthy of accepting swathes,
But the paths of unrighteousness
Shall suddenly as they digress
Be destroyed and vanish away.
2 And to certain men of a day
Shall the paths of violence and
Of death be shown to them in band,
And they shall hold themselves far off
From them not to follow and scoff.
3 And now I say to you upright,
Do not walk in the paths of night
And wickedness, nor in death’s way,
Do not come near to them to stay,
Lest you’re destroyed. 4 But seek and choose
For yourselves righteousness and use
An elect life, and walk in paths
Of Islam, and avoiding wraths
You’ll live and prosper without fear.
5 And hold fast my words in the thoughts
Of your hearts, and do not let lots
Of them be effaced from your hearts,
For I know that sinners with tarts
Will tempt men evilly to scare
Off wisdom, so that no place there
May be found for her, and no kind
Of temptation go out of mind.

Two ways there are in every choice that’s made,
The way of violence and the way staid
In justice and in temperance. I go
At the crossroads to find the better show.
Shall I live and prosper and without fear
If I refrain from using rod and gear
In violence against the wicked man?
I pray indeed to succeed in the plan.
Illusion under which all men live here
Is that to meet a sword a gun is better,
And for the violent one needs a fetter
To save society and all the wealth
That such men come take and come in stealth.
Beloved, explain Yourself to bull and steer.

6 Woe to those who make wickedness
And oppression and lay distress
Of deceit as foundation stone,
They’ll be suddenly overthrown,
And they shall have no peace at all.
7 Woe to those who build their house wall
With sin, for from all their foundations
They’ll be overthrown in gyrations,
And by the sword shall they all fall.
[And those who get silver and gold
In judgement shall perish unsoled.]
8 Woe to you, you rich ones, for you
Have trusted in your riches due,
And from your riches you’ll depart,
Because you have not taken part
In the remembrance of Most High
In the days when your wealth was nigh.
9 You have committed blasphemy,
Unrighteousness, and are ready
For the day of slaughter, and day
Of darkness, of great judgement’s sway.

I thank You, my Beloved, for golden promise,
And pray forgiveness that I’m doubting Thomas,
But those who prosper like the green bay tree
And oppress worthy poor most wickedly
Seem to revel in every blessing here.
They may at times and places stop to fear
And in their fear make sharper swords to beat
The humble in the dust and in the street.
By Enoch’s own word the apostasy
Of this age is but have done in its glee,
So what can we expect of harmony
Until the age begins to find its goal?
Messiah and Mahdi are on the dole
Until the age shall close and they shall meet.

10 So I speak and declare to you,
The One who has created you
Will overthrow you, and for your
Fall there’ll be no compassion’s store,
And your Creator will rejoice
At your destruction’s wailing voice.
11 And your righteous ones in those days
Shall be reproach to sinners’ phase
And to the godless and their ways.

Beloved, full of compassion and the store
Of mercy eternal, and mercy more,
I hear Enoch’s complaint against the great
And also rejoice at their coming fate.
And yet I wonder by the laws of late
If You have it in You to deal a blow
At those church men who come to take the show.
You are, it seems, Creator of the mess
Of men who fail by their works to confess
Your sovereignty, compassion, mercy, yes,
And love too, if that word can still be used
After it’s been in every faith abused.
Rejoice will You? I doubt and wait the day
Like Jonah sitting under the gourd’s sway.

ENOCH 95

1 Oh that my eyes in moisture clad
Might weep for you as I am sad,
And pour down my tears as a cloud
Of waters, so I be allowed
To rest from my trouble of heart!
2 Who has permitted you the art
Of reproaches and wickedness?
And so judgement shall come oppress
You, sinners. 3 Do not fear the sway
Of sinners, you righteous in way,
For YHWH again will bring them to
Your hands of judgement, so that you
May wreck on them by your desires.
4 Woe to you who light up the fires
Of anathemas which cannot
Be reversed from their evil plot,
Healing shall therefore be far from
You because of your sins to come.
5 Woe to you who requite your neighbour
With evil, for you in like labour
Shall be requited by your works.
6 Woe to you, lying witness quirks,
And to those who measure injustice,
For suddenly you’ll perish, trust us.
7 Woe to you, sinners, who essay
To persecute the righteous way,
For you shall be delivered up
And persecuted for the cup
Of injustice, and heavy shall
Its yoke be on your pedestal.

The woes are quoted by Jesus Messiah
To both the Pharisee and the pariah.
I dry my tears and listen to the curses
That follow on the blessing that disperses
The threatening of Your words through Enoch’s mail.
We all are searching though we have the Grail.
And though we have the holy thing in womb,
Your curses seem to cover for the tomb.
Should I not fear the sway of sinners’ doom?
Beloved, that takes some courage for the pet
Who’s seen the persecutions that once met
The righteous in the way. Beloved, take soon
Your way to judgement, give my heart a boon,
And I shall keep integrity well set.

ENOCH 96

1 Be hopeful, you righteous ones, for
Suddenly sinners at the door
Shall perish, and you’ll have lordship
Over them as you wish to skip.
2 [And in the day of tribulation
For sinners, your children in nation
Shall mount and rise as eagles do,
And higher than the vultures’ view
Will be your nest, and you’ll ascend
And enter the crevices’ bend
Of the earth, and the clefts of rock
For ever as the coneys’ stock
Before the unrighteous ones’ claws,
And the sirens shall sigh because
Of you, and weep.] 3 Wherefore do not
Be afraid, you that have suffered,
For healing is your portion stirred,
And a bright light shall lighten you,
And you shall hear the voice that’s due
For Sabbath from the sky. 4 Woe to
You who are sinners, for your riches
Make you appear like righteous pitches,
But your hearts convict you of being
Sinners, and this fact shall be seeing
A witness against you to be
Remembrance of your evil fee.

This news is good, Beloved, that sinners at
The door of my heart and my keeping fat
Shall perish, and those demons that in me
Would thrust me into some iniquity
Are cast out of my palace and my tent.
Beloved, with such promises I have lent
My heart to satisfaction in the dew
Returned after three frosts have decked my pew.
Perhaps your promise relates to the outer
Sinner as well as inner. I’m a doubter
That I shall ever find a state or church
Where I’m not surrounded by sinners’ perch.
The peaceful crowd I enter, catalyst,
Never yet failed to raise a warning fist.

5 Woe to you who devour the finest
Of wheat, and drink wine, when thou dinest,
In large bowls, and tread under foot
The lowly with your might and root.
6 Woe to you who drink water from
Every fountain, for suddenly
You’ll be consumed in your own rum
And wither away, because ye
Have forsaken fountain of life.
7 Woe to you who work wicked strife
Deceit and blasphemy, it shall
Be a remembrance for your sal
Against you for evil. 8 Woe to
You, mighty, who with might oppress
The righteous and the few distress,
For the day of your coming plight
Is a destruction. In those days
Many and good days in their ways
Shall come to the righteous and true,
In the day of your judgement’s view.

Beloved, let me not drink from every fountain
As syncretising faiths upon the mountain
Of recognition. Beloved, give the cup
To me that Your approved is holding up,
The cup of green like emerald and blue
Like sapphire from the other mountain’s view,
The cup that’s filled with water of life true
And elixir of goodness, a fine mix
Of nectared wine, instead of priestly tricks.
I see that alabaster vessel clear
As I go out on morning without fear
Prostrating on the earth and in its gate
Finding that You alone, both soon and late,
Are there, Beloved, the sought for and the dear.

ENOCH 97

1 Believe, you righteous, that the sinners
Will become a shame and not winners
To perish in unrighteous day.
2 Be known to you sinners who stray
That the Most High has in mind plan
For your destruction, to a man.
The angels of the heaven rejoice
Over your destruction for vice.
3 What will you do, you sinners, and
Where will you flee that day in hand
Of judgement, when you hear the voice
Of the prayer of the righteous choice?
4 Indeed, you shall fare like those whom
This word destroys in witness doom,
“You have been companions of sinners.”
5 And in those days the prayer of winners,
The righteous shall reach YHWH, and for
You the days of your judgement score
Shall come. 6 And all the words of your
Unrighteousness be read before
The Great Holy One, and your faces
Shall be covered with shameful traces,
And He will reject every work
Which is done with unrighteous shirk.

It is not politically correct
For angels even and the grand elect
To rejoice at destruction of the state
That works its wicked will upon the pate
Of the poor. Less indeed it seems to me
That angels should appear on earth to be
Rejoicing when the innocent are met
With sudden death upon Hollywood set
Or heaven forbid by New York’s harbour net.
Are we not blameless who devour the bill
Of starving just because the seller’s sill
Divides us from direct contact with hill
Bleak with the devastation and the dearth
Tobacco curing brings upon the earth?

7 Woe to you, sinners, who live on
The mid ocean, the dry land’s dawn,
Whose remembrance is evil witness
Against you. 8 Woe to you with fitness
Who get silver and gold and say
In your unrighteousness to sway,
“We have become rich with the wealth
Acquired as wished by cruel stealth,
9 “And now let us do what we would,
For we have gathered silver, stood
9c With many husbandmen within
Our houses.” 9d And our storage bin
Is full as with water to brim,
10 Indeed, and like water to him
Your lies shall flow away, for your
Riches shall not abide there more
But quickly be raised up from you
For you’ve acquired all in the pew
Of your unrighteousness, and you
With a great curse shall come in view.

Let my remembrance be no evil witness
As I lift up Your name for grace and fitness
Above all names. Count me among not guilty
As I tramp round with feet and boots both silty
To find Your footstool padded with spring flowers.
Its Your remembrance makes up my life’s hours.
Let lies and riches escape from my room
And let the forest airs brighten my doom
As I whirl on the quest of what my groom
Lays on my heart and lips remembering You.
Fill up my cup with water and the pale
Nectar that rends about me every veil
Though thin and sere, though thick with love and torn,
Though bright with silver feather and with thorn.

ENOCH 98

1 And now I swear to you, both wise
And to you foolish in your guise,
For you shall see them come to pass
Upon the earth, on tree and grass.
2 For you men shall put on the more
Adornments than a woman’s store,
And coloured garments more than some
Teen-age girl in her flunkeydom,
In royalty and grandeur and
In power, and with silver in hand
And gold and wearing purple cloth,
And in splendour and in food froth
They shall be poured out as the drouth.
3 Therefore they shall be wanting in
Doctrine and wisdom for their sin,
And they shall perish there together
With their possessions, and with feather
Of all their glory and delight,
And in shame and slaughter for spite,
And in great destitution, their
Spirits shall be cast into where
The furnace of fire flames beware.

My own soul tells me what You say is true.
The faith decked out in pageant shall know rue,
And though my humble anarchy that sees
Only You on the throne is still at ease,
Because there is no wealth to lose nor flock
Of duped to sacrifice upon the rock.
I stand alone in simple waiting on
Your ten commandments revealed in the dawn.
As long as the sun rises on the gate
Of the equator, this shall be my fate.
Of course in actuality my life
Flutters before the lengthen winter strife
Of darkness and in summer quite contraire
The light of heaven always fills the air.

4 I’ve sworn to you, you sinners, as
A mountain’s not become a slave,
And a hill does not become as
The handmaid of a woman grave,
Even so sin has not been sent
Upon the earth, but man who went
Of himself has created it,
And under a great curse and fit
Shall they fall all who commit it.
5 And barrenness has not been given
To the woman, but by her living
Of the deeds of her own hands she
Dies without children on her knee.
6 I’ve sworn to you, you sinners, by
The Holy Great One set on high,
That all your evil deeds be seen
Above in heaven and in between,
And that none of your deeds you’ve ridden
Oppressing are covered and hidden.

The prophecy of Enoch seems to stand
Well met in what I see about the land
Of make-up and of jewel on the hand
And ear and neck and naval, tongue and band
Around the ankle, yet I know before
It was also in centuries in store
As far as I can see, from New Orleans
To the brave Ishmaelites’ old scenes.
But You Yourself, Beloved, seen to set sights
On gems for Your throne as the Prophet’s lights
Reveal in every vision of the hall
That graces heaven’s temples at Your call.
Let me, Beloved, find gems in dew and sprite,
And in the words You speak and that enthral.

7 And do not think in spirit nor
Say in your heart that you in store
Do not know and you do not see
That every sin on every tree
Is every day recorded in
The heavenly presence argentine
Of the Most High. 8 From henceforth you
Know that all of oppression’s crew
By which you oppress is recorded
Each day till the day of your sordid
Judgement. 9 Woe to you, fools, for through
Your folly you shall perish too,
And you transgress against the wise,
And so good fortune shall not rise
To be your portion. 10 And now, know
That you are ready soon to go
To the day of destruction’s show,
Wherefore do not hope for your life,
You sinners, you’re under the knife,
You shall depart and die, for you
Know no ransom, for you’re prepared
For the day of great judgement bared,
And for the day of tribulation
And great shame for your spirits’ ration.
11 Woe to you, obstinate of heart,
Who do wickedness for your part
And eat blood, From where do you have
Good things to eat and drink for salve
And to be filled? From all good things
Which YHWH the Most High of all kings
Has placed abundantly on earth,
Therefore you shall have no peace worth.

Beloved, around me everywhere the bread
Is filled with blood despite what You have said.
You never gave permission here to shed
Noble swine’s blood, and yet archbishop’s fed
On pig foot and pig pudding in his bed.
Beloved, around me everywhere the feet
Of blood-fed children turn kindly and greet
My passing, and they wonder that I meet
Their innocence with such a molten heat
Of anger and a petulant retreat.
Beloved, around me everywhere the saint
Supposed by altar, pulpit, and the quaint
Prayer-book looks on my angry face with faint
Disgust because I don’t lap up pig paint.

12 Woe to you who love wicked deeds,
Wherefore do you hope for good seeds
Of fortune for yourselves? Know that
You shall be delivered out flat
Into the hands of the righteous,
And they shall cut off your necks thus
And slay you, and have no mercy
Upon you. 13 Woe to you who see
Rejoicing in the tribulation
Of the righteous and for their ration,
For no grave shall be dug for you.
14 Woe to you who set at nought true
Words of the righteous, for you shall
Have no hope of life for your sal.
15 Woe to you who write down lying
And godless words, they write a thing
Down in their lies that men may hear
And act godlessly towards their near
Neighbour. 16 Therefore they shall have no
Peace but die in sudden death throe.

The good bishop sat down to eat his bread
Beside me in the mosque where he was led
In ecumenical spirit and fed.
When I remarked that he might say a word
To calm the multitude about that stirred
Against the Muslim and the Jew interred
Because they would not eat the blood but let
It fall upon the earth in slaughter met,
He said all things are good to eat when set
Before a man who gives thanks for his due.
And by that word the bishop made his pew
Among the condemned and the wicked crew.
Who eat the blood join in the mighty throng
Who shall suffer aloud for their own wrong.

ENOCH 99

1 Woe to you who work godlessness,
And glory in lying’s excess
And extol them, you shall perish,
And no happy life be your dish.
2 Woe to them who pervert the words
Of uprightness in all their herds,
And transgress the eternal law,
And change them into hand and claw
Of what they were not, they will be
Trodden under foot by the sea
And on the earth. 3 In those days make
Ready, righteous ones, for your sake
To raise your prayers as remembrance,
And place them as a witness dance
Before the angels, that they may
Place the sin of the sinners’ way
For remembrance before Most High.
4 In those days the nations shall cry,
Stirred up, and the families of nations
Shall rise up on destruction’s stations.
5 And in those days the destitute
Shall go forth and carry off root
And branch of their children, and they
Shall leave them in a desert way,
So that their children perish so,
Indeed, they shall abandon so
Their children still sucklings, and not
Return to them or to the plot,
With no pity on their loved ones.
6 Again I swear to you in puns,
You sinners, that sin is prepared
For a day of bloodshed unbared.

I come alone to the dergah floor here
In remembrance of Your name and Your fear,
And find the curse written upon the great
Who change Your law and allow evil rate
In bloodshed and in torture at the gate.
I place remembrance now before Your throne
That all the crowd abandons me alone
To rush in drunken joy upon the flesh
Of bread and wine as well as on the fresh
Killed beast that You created for the glare
Of Your image in universe to wear.
For this they shall see their own children bear
Destruction. Bloody soil can stand so much,
And then it crumbles at the heathen touch.

7 And they who worship stones, and carve
Images of gold not to starve
And silver and wood, stone and clay,
And those who worship day by day
Unclean spirits and demons, and
All kinds of idols out of hand,
Shall get no help from them as planned.
8 And they shall become godless in
The folly of their hearts of sin,
And their eyes shall be blinded through
The fear of their own hearts and through
Visions in their dreams come in view.

It’s not just rich and great who bow the knee
To gold and graven images in glee,
But poor and destitute who feel the lash
Of the rich also worship hoarded stash
Of evil gods and oil drums and the dash
Of mart and demon covered with the gilt
Of civilization up to the hilt.
The wealthy are not alone in their blame
But those they have oppressed also lick flame
Of idol worship, all the world’s astray.
Beloved, set me and mine upon the way
In narrowness, that one whirl and address
That steps to the tune that Your laws confess.
Beloved, let me with joy look on that day.

9 Through these they shall become godless
And fearful, for they shall have wrought
All their work in a lie’s address,
And shall have worshipped stone untaught,
Therefore in an instant shall they
Perish. 10 But in the brighter day
Blessed are all they who accept word
Of wisdom, and understand stirred,
And observe paths of the Most High,
And walk in the path of His high
Righteousness, and do not become
Godless with the godless and bum,
For they shall be saved. 11 Woe to you
Who spread evil to neighbours’ view,
For you shall be slain in Sheol.
12 Woe to you whose deceitful goal
Makes false measures, and to them who
Cause bitterness on earth to stew,
For they shall thereby utterly
Be consumed. 13 Woe to you who see
To build your houses through the toil
Of others in the sorrowed soil,
And all their building things are bricks
And stones of sin, I tell you slicks
That you shall have no peace to mix.

I do not worship stone and few about
Me truly bow to images with shout
Since Luther and his friends when turned about
Turned faith from rainbow colours to the grout
Of black and white. (I don’t count what
Colours each season sees on altar shut.)
I do not worship images in stone
But that does not relieve me of the loan
Of image of Creator in the fair
Creation all about me everywhere.
Some who do not worship the stone still come
To worship flesh and blood or what comes from
It in the bread and wine. I hold my hand
Over my lips aghast at Your command.

14 Woe to those who reject the measure,
Eternal heritage and treasure
Of their fathers and whose souls follow
After idols, for they’ll be hollow
With no rest. 15 Woe to those who do
Unrighteousness and help the crew
Of oppression, and slay their neighbours
Until the day when start the labours
Of the great judgement. 16 For He’ll cast
Down your glory, and bring at last
Affliction on your hearts, and rouse
His fierce wrath wherever you browse
And destroy you all with the sword,
And all the holy who’ve adored
The righteous shall remember you
And keep your sins ever in view.

Some say with time and age we should forget
The holocaust, the slaughter and death met
By native on the silver shores that gleam
Below the restless ghosts and what they dream.
Part of my service of remembrance is
Acknowledging the violence and biz
That the offspring of devils say should be
Shut out from sight, knowing and memory.
The reason they would have me forget those
Who succumbed in their father’s blighted woes
Is simply that they still follow in those
Ways of greed and destruction, but would show
Their slaughter to be filled with justice pose,
And progress in good faith in where they go.


AUTHOR: THOMAS G. MCELWAIN

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