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The Song of the Seraph of San Francisco By Mary Esther Crump |
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great planes come and go, over the necklace bridges flashing their traffic under the stars that dip low in the curved Pacific and blaze more stately than plane-twinkle or city-glow, great planes circle slow.
one night recently, advancing from Far to nearer far through the Eastern deep, a live Star moving intent hastens toward the Occident: never has such Light illumined western land or sea. Now Heaven, knowing Earth's distress, assays in man's extremity God's opportunity — Yes Yes O Yes — and now, approaching our planet's night, one of the Lord God's Seraphim comes, Ambassador sent from Him, to implement a cosmic Plan in behalf of the Family of Man. From afar the Light is bright dazzling white.
nearer, makes poised pause, coronal colour shows: fiery gold-white from the vast heart flows, blue-white like a two-edged sword outthrusts from the throat through space, violet-white around the princely head in a halo glows. The quality of these intermingling lights is interstellar, all of them together are of the colour of peace (of PEACE!) and from the nimbus' lofty centre shines a Face of lively grace intelligent compassion cognisant mission Love-Wisdom bent toward mankind to release pent peace. Clear through the near reaches making transition while the great Brotherhood of Light watches, swift the Lightbearer approaches the destined place.
pauses the Seraph over night-cloaked Earth over bright-yoked San Francisco where great planes reached a destination where brave hopes sought a consummation where men of goodwill in free cooperation attending the embattled birth of a planetary aspiration for peace (for PEACE!) joined in a new project, noble to dare against the scourge of war. They planned from heart's height Striving. Beginning. Acknowledging dire need. They moved from minds' might Surviving. But not winning. A time is full indeed and Earth's care becomes Universe's Care as the Seraph towers over the Light-flooded city. Then, lifting his triple wings in salutation, verging his steadfast Eye from the spangled sky to radiate humanity, the fiery One sings.
This is the song He sings:
reassurances into Earth's night. Galaxies sweeping constellations radioactive planets luminous stars of greater magnitude stars of lesser magnitude how We love them! How We love them all.
hanging clusters —thick like grapes on autumn-brown-speckled vineyards like poems on the fringe of human awareness just right just ripe for the plucking— I would reach I would pluck I would gather I would distribute their light- and life-bringing potencies for the healing of the nations of Earth.
I reach for you, Reach to Me. O tired nations of scarred Earth, I gather for you. Gather to Us. O buffeted nations of suffering Earth, how We love you! How We love you all. Into western sky I reach. I grasp of the massed virtues of the stars. With mind and heart I garner of them naming and loving as I tap the free flowing Energy-sap of them.
cloud-shrouded nearest dearest of them, Love I harvest LOVE.
steadfast in the Great Bear waiting, Peace I gather in burgeoning abundance, PEACE.
striding with Orion magnificent triumphant messianic forgiving over the zenith GOODWILL.
con brio from her lyre down-sweeping arpeggios of festival glissandos of plenty: SHARING.
the brightest the best of the Sons of the Morning the peerless the true the altogether lovely, our ever living once and future King: VICTORY.
incredible cluster crackling across millennia of lightyears with vigorous vast vitality: COOPERATION.
for Courage. For courage abundant is here in drear dear Earth. And where Courage is, Freedom yet lacking will come enough and to spare to transmute Earth in swift shift to rebirth. No. Not for Freedom do I reach. Nor for Courage.)
from Regulus, DEDICATION from Aldebaran, INTEGRATION from Sirius, ILLUMINATION and from this One and that One and all the shinning singing-together Ones, JOY.
stars and the planets: calling them loving them naming the names of them in the one Name (great NAME of the Lord of the Universe), I reach out and pluck of their light and their virtues. I pluck for the healing of the nations of Earth. This poem
was written during the organizational meetings of
the United Nations which convened in San Francisco,
California on April 25, 1945. In the words of the
writer, "I followed those sessions avidly, partly
because I had shared a dream of world peace with my
girlhood friend Pauleen Frederick, who in 1945 was a
correspondent on international affairs with the ABC
radio and was doing their hour-to-hour radio
reporting from San Francisco. One evening as I
listened to her, I became aware of a great Light
hovering over the area, downward inclining toward
the Cow Palace (where the meetings were being held)
and beaming its Rays into each of the gathered
delegates. It was a vivid image, and I began writing
down whatever comments I could before it would fade.
These jottings turned out to be a long poem, the
title of which would be 'The Song of the Seraph of
San Francisco'". Published in The Beacon July/August
1990 & Sept/Oct 1995 and re-published
here with the kind permission of Lucis Trust. |
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