Part five “The fathers journeying deep inside the valley

Famished for some of the living wine

Tasted the sweetest arbor of salvation

And saw as Sion’s oracle how the heavens

And earth were first risen over abyss

To contemplate the light of their creator

And suffered violence and were born away

Into bowls of darkness as the light

Was sharpened and in rings intensified,

 Having been born off to this lowest choir,

Which the fathers who in all their might

Becoming only doctors dared to see.

And to express to man (the second angels)

All the choirs as to glory in  Him

Who created everything in order

So that his blinding essence may be seen

By we are are yet poor and lonesome creatures,

Though his deepest love held in the son

Who become like us showed us how

God's light is seen in mire and in mud.

And he who sticks his saber to the moon

The knightly one who stretches out the sun.

And all the other angels in his swoon

made prep’rtaion unto the lowly one,

Christ, and thats he who’d thomas’ swoon;

His very handywork with whom He’s pleased

To mirror man's great stubbornness and fall

By flowing forth the oracle’s river

In form of sacred doctrine right and true

Which past the heavenly choirs lifts the mind

Of lowly man to contemplate God

In justice, goodness, peace and charity,

And all these secret virtues hidden deep

Within the lighting struck dark bowels of man’s

Soul which forbidden fruit had left for dead,

But now could be revised by angels bread

And fire which enkindles the desire

To be like God in all things seen and not.

And reaching his saber up to things above

Wich wished to soar above the mountains set

By the pillars who carried the apostles

But never though such things while still in flesh

And wished to bring a doctrine to us men

Of such a caliber the almighty

Designer and incompre’hens’ble light

Did wish do smite us men with such a lighting

To make a church a factory for his saints

By raising men's minds to the seraphim

Exhausting all the powers of our nature

And almost using up all of His grace

He made a beauteous vessel for the sun

And named him thomas name wich all my rhymes

Would be exhausted if a tried to tell

Of all its meaning and its providence.

But I shall say that with the sun he rose

A sun that was above all heavens thrones

And the dark and lightsome rings above

The natural angels virtues and the princes

Surpassing every thrusting froth to God.

With this sun my eyes broke on the day

And thanked the architect for telling me

His little epic of how his heaven came

In the ring of the sun and of the one,

And how he sprouted strong from Gods first though

When heaven bore its violence, small to him

Relating his light came from his doing

His job to the most laudable perfection.

The ice did always bite its bite and sting 

But this sunrising brought some joy to me

 maybe those deathly angels last degree

Was not so set and certain over skies,

That maybe ‘bove the spheres their was a love

Who ordered even joves downfall to Him.

Avenge the powers reason once possessed 

Now able to know the heart of the father

Just as the son knows him, through adoption.

Raised by grace to be like to the angles

Like the phoenix man’s ultimate end

Rose from nature to beatitude

Out from the ashes of the lowly earth

To possess a person like our God,

A pearl which he looks upon in great love.

And as we've answered in the prev’iose passage 

Contemplation lies in innocence,

Detachment from the muck in wich wear born

To know God by things made and unknown.

That though thomas’s light was like the seriphs

His light profited little in the midst

Of rationalizing the great mystery

For the more that's known the more is pondered.

For it was shown to me but did I realize

The source and end of Thomas's carelessness

And of his spilling of the choirs secrets

As ordained in love from the beginning

To be a great light which is so well pleased,

Only expanding like the afr’can sun

The mystery and dignity of the saints.

For if it's true that love comes after knowledge

I see why I’m strewn in this icelands dust

Which sparkles in the light which chills the flesh

Yet so illum’nated the intellect

In joy so that in our preparation

The light as it grows in intensity

May ever quicker set men’s hearts afire,

That from the cherubs rank to seriphim

 They may pass so deep within their hearts,

And with the greater clarity us men

Knowing under multiple differences

And thus perfecting the vast intellect

May bring a reign of truth that is exact

And in its rule units into the simple

Harmony which spans the universe.

So maybe this was what the sky taught me,

That in jove’s lighting and in satans violence

That in arch angel michael's triumph

To find in Thomas a perfect teacher who

Would point with sharpest hands to Christ.

Oh that tantalizing good obsession

That made my scribble and to write with walls,

To through my weight round with the doctors

Not first of God but first of pride,

And how by it was I taught to be humble

By the giant pillars made for glory

To be gutted ripped and filled

With only man's ultimate perfection.

So maybe lady fortune herd my wale

That one that lead me to indistant land

For I’ll call on thomas a while latter

He who taught mankind how to be men

Applied only from the highest of teachers

Our God if he shall be called one indeed.

For I could not guide myself in high thinking

My intellect falling like the lightings

From happiness of heaven soon as it

Reached reasons age in earth's abyss and bowels,

In which the wicked children cry and moan 

Of innocence lost and limbo thrown and gone

Away from them as hell spews wide its gates

Of pan’dmon’ium  by which satan gathers

Much do his displeasure infant souls

Whos retarded screams still call to God

In the lowest sphere of his good glory

How his justice is shown in high extent

And mitigated by the vision blessed.

It was for this great sludge he sent us doctors,

And for us lesser folk sent fathers to

That they may peer into the heavens curtain

And soar like eagles over wild sees,

Prefigured when earth God first created

Making eagles soar above the fish

Who swam in water, ment as unformed matter.

Now the blessed small in stature teachers

Hover above the opened fert’le land

Of the church the one which opened up

When God first called earth to show itself,

Demanding that it rise out from the mud

And make a paradise that’s like to him.

Each tree without a seed showing a virtue

Each trunk showing the candles of the blest.

All these things hidden so deep in nature

That really are no different once perfected

From contemplating God’s simplicity.

Thus because my intellect was broken

Along with all the men beneath the ice

Who did one worse and wished to men betray

And turn their backs on God's solemn commandments.

The last thing in their eyes were blinding angels

Blue and green and smelling like their death,

Not to their noses but  deep in  their souls

Whose center’s crumbled and congealed around

The center in which God would us’ly swell.

But fortune saved me if she is a lady

Or another angel I don't know of

 Sitting beside the throne high in the clouds.

Or maybe Thomas heard me and peered down

Intrigued by those things which intrigue his Lord.

Intriguing truly that He let me live

And used jove's lighting to strike down the proud

Always gaining his jealousy because

He takes mens life and jove is but a pawn.

All these I ask the one who Atlas mirrored

Because he as intelligence of the sun

May have for me some of that needed wisdom

That I needed to make clear what I saw.

 If justice had now led me to derangement

Or if this was the angel of the mountain

By which men drink the springs of Eden's flow

And give to God what they could never here”