CHAD's SHROUD
sweet angels did you into your death sing, my beloved,
and thou didst see thyself in heaven's cloud just like
as John Donne thou wouldst once again design thy own shroud;
you died in the midst of thy faithful beloved brothers,
who knew of our eternal wedding wreath and who knew
that there were in Jesus' life two Marys mothers,
one your mother, one your wife but we were again
betrayed by the Judas priests and their ritual knife,
who cursed in their blasphemous ceremony repeatedly our holy matrimony
and had it sealed on Wilfred's return in 666,
so we could not be joined on earth even after annulling my
marriage from the wrong kitchen hearth,
as you were always my family, my Master, my King, and
invisible was always our eternal wedding ring
but Wilfred did not know that you had sworn on my father's urn
that one day every unrepentant evil snake and mandrake
will infinitely in their own mind's hell burn
at the sound of St Chad's newly consecrated church bell
one day at noon, and you let me see into the future
that one day soon, in Yehovah's good time, it will be done.
and then there won't be any rule of the Anti-Christ
anymore as exposed is the influence in the corrupted
church from the lurch of the Babylonian whore.
And from then on only bliss and God's praises
in psalms and hymns in greatest jubilation
in one heavenly accord with the one holy Catholic
nation will be heard on earth as in heaven
da capo and encore.
And this you remembered and yearned, when
you as John Donne returned and ached for our
reunion in heaven. And now we both smile
as we have done it again, and sing in storm and rain
our praises to God as you are Yehovah, and thine is
the infinite light's rod, and we set up right under
the golden calf and cow's nose
legitimately and independently our very own
abbey of the Holy Rose, where brothers and sisters
have for God and for holy souls formerly sinners
love in overdose, and where we live
in either blessed voluntary celibacy or in holy
matrimony in our sanctified community.
And this time finally, with all our combined prayer
we bring home even the worst from God strayer,
as you fit all things beautifully and gracefully
and determinedly and only in holy matrimony
can we fulfill wholly our holy destiny
as that is the mystery of the eternal husband and wife,
with on their forehead written Baali and Ishti,
Jesus and Mary Magdala,
joined by God always and again in a multiple layer
in heaven and on earth
through love's example as one in flesh
and in prayer.
My tears are thy rain, but I will from sadness
now forevermore refrain because thou didst
die with a smile and didst even in death
hold the threads of our destiny,
and I thank our holy brothers
of being there for thee
and that they always and again
try their best to defend our
eternal wedding wreath
to our very last breath.
And it is them, who know that
Mary Magdala shines in her spouse's light,
as she is holy woman, who never
drank the blood of a bat,
and who is praying even that every
church rat might one day through
thy infinite light's ray and when together
we for their souls pray sing Allelujah,
and to thee their praise, and do their
children in holiness raise, as that is
thy eternal might to sing to God
with me GLORIA IN EXCELSIS DEO
His praise in one accord - and I so love
thee, my Lion of Judah, my beloved
LEO.
Give my love also to Theo, who
is also to us both God's gift
and so is Theophania, who might
one day have her own order but also no
property and money horder, as I am so proud
of Gertrud, that she established as thy legacy
in your honour the feast of Corpus Christi!
And I know you want her to call her order
the Order of Epiphany.
Oh, my beloved, I am full of grief and joy
both at the same time, and I thank thee
that you let me see thy light in all thy might
and that you fit all things ever so graciously,
as you are my beloved eternal spouse and my
roy, and I love thee with all my heart, and all my soul,
and I pray that also fulfilling is with thee
our every single boy!
And let us play together now with
our statue dollies, as you are not the only ones,
who love to play with a holy toy.
I send thee my most tender kisses
and I pray that over is the time
of the evil snake's and his mandrakes' hisses.
Etheldreda
alias Mary Magdala
Eliora
Anno Domini St Chad Day 2nd Mairseail MMX
Mother Eliora,
M.S. OHR
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