A Walk in the Green Garden of the Queen of the Angeles A Celebration Ithuriel…Ithoth…Itqal…Israfel…Iofiel…Iaeo! Ithuriel! Ithoth! Itqal! Iofiel! Iaehiel! Iaeo! Know all…coverall…shield all…protect all… With your love! Ithuriel…Ithoth…Itqal…Israfel…Iofiel…Iaeo! Ithuriel! Ithoth! Itqal! Iofiel! Iaehiel! Iaeo! Know all…coverall…shield all… protect all… With your love! Above the forest of women…shadow and move… hover and fly! (The whispers continue… The great shadows of wings swarm into the skies… And the forest garden below.) Elemiah! Elilaios! Fine Ephemerae come this way! Make a roof above this forest, Where the many Maidens stay. Where the Mother of the Angels With her bright Sun Flesh abides, Where Madonna moonfires gather In processionals of brides… brides…brides…brides… Here the Earth grows up as Mother… Sweet Demeter, Cybele mild. Here the Harvest comes as Mary… And her Harvest Divine Child. Hermasiels heavenly choir Sing in radiant heart of fire… Mthra…Mitatron…Mibi… Michael…Burning Bright! Memsiel and Mendrion… Guard the Virgins sleep by night. Seven angels greater still, Rise in thunders on the sill! Gabriel! Zadkiel! Hadriel! Uriel! Michael, now… and San Rafael… Then Ariel, who sings… Stand above the Queen of Angels, And protect her with your wings! O the many Mothers of all time… The many faces and the many hands From all the lands of living What magnificence of giving. Many whisperings of graces, Multitudes of gentle faces, Many colors, many names From many places. Skin like amber, Skin like silk, Skin like umber, Skin like milk. White as snow upon the mountain, Clear as freshet-water fountain; Dark as coffee, shadowed night, Then as quickly burning bright. Madre mia, mothers few. Mothers many rise to view. Come above us ring us in With touch of tears wash our sin. Rain away our worn desires, Fill us with your holy fires. Madre mia, Madrecita, holy Mother, Virgin bright, Gather by the tens of thousands, With your constellation light Every corner, every cradle, Every sleeping room at night With your heart and blood and dreaming With your first and second sight. Many mothers for our children, Many faces, many hands, Many colors, many graces, Come to us from many lands. Multitudinous your loving, Multitudinous in holy sound Now on all sides manifested Come and every soul surround. Everywhere we turn we find you In the candle-burning night Blessed Virgin, Madre mia, Madrecita Burning bright. Brothers, sisters, sisters, brothers Gather here and grow us tall. Where a thousand thousand Mothers Holy make this gathering hall. Voices sing us, shadows ring us Here and here and here again, Mothers, mothers, send your blessings Like a gentle, falling rain. Multitudinous and many Like a forest ring us ‘round, Like a field of wheat and flowers Queen of Angels’ holy ground. Like a field of wheat and flowers Queen of Angels’ holy ground. Queen of Angels… Queen of Angels! Hear the naming see her face… Put her name upon this city, Make Los Angeles her place… Make Los Angeles her place! Queen of Angels… Queen of Angels! Ithuriel…Ithoth…Itqal! Israfel! Iofiel! Know all…coverall…shield all…protect all… With your love! Fine Ephemerae, now Michael, San Rafael, come this way. Make a roof above this forest Where the Queen of Angels stays. Halleluiah…halleluiah… Come above us ring us in With touch of tears wash our sin. Rain away our worn desires, Fill us with your holy fires. Halleluiah! Hear the naming see her face… Put her name upon this city, Make Los Angeles her place… Make Los Angeles her place! A final whisper, A final flood of wind and wing sound, Where the Queen of Angeles stays. In the darkness the wings fly off and are gone. Silence…silence…silence…
Posted on: Mon, 10 Jun 2013 06:43:00 +0000
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