When Love's Saints Come, Marching In

Entering into a town called, Nain; noticing this funeral procession passing by A widow and her only son having compassion, Heaven's Messiah: caesura ? Eyes Towards celestial's holy skies; reaching, as touching Love's throne; their Angel pours Bohemian's vial mighty these waters lightning crashing thunders ? Sacred scrolls an end Of renunciation's age; Arise my child handing him back unto, his mother; time's requiem tears Washed away the wolf yet her lamb ? Emancipation, their flock in innocent, lovely Cherubs.... Rosy cheeks golden harps seven candlesticks four horsemen; thirteen joys with wills to be merry An open door revelations ten thousand mirrors and, Apollyon ? Fire mingled of brimstone eat This bitter book Divinity's cleansing blood soaked robes; Gabriel, Christmas cards Omega's, reformation.