“Black Roses - Demons Delight”

“Black Roses - Demons Delight”


Who calls himself God’s servant must fore-go
all else and none besides his Maker known,
when rust deep-seated consumes the stone
with nails of iron that cannot pierce his soul,

seeing servants that he confirmed them vile
the aloes-tree from which no fragrance came,
yet his rule is boundless within love immense
to share with each would be a grain of corn,

whose unceasing favors are bestowed again
my heart’s wish might not be wished in vane,
all Adams race are still members of one frame
for now safe upon the heavenly shore remain.

God blessed the gardener planting apples trees
lest the devil his demons uproot the tree of life;
there the sun below their table-cloth they hide
snake-like now writhing in anguish a world mad;

demonic your kingdom passed broken your hands
a bouquet of black roses from your clay of death,
the boulder of stone from the mountain will roll
sealed the cave our Christ rising high into heaven,

all glory the peace that passes all understanding
you who believe in me that earth will be destroyed;
atom bombs without sound, clouds drifting down
radiating menacing disease the world disappearing.