A Time For Everything

Michael

Bolerjack

A Time For Everything Part 1 The Book of Signs © 2012 Michael Bolerjack

For Mary Mystical Rose

A Time For Everything Part 1

The Book of Signs

Thous and Thees For God and For Her I wrote on the 25 Years in the And bricks and mortar To dedicate Told, mind you, they sent a calf, young and foolish, To defeat HCE The Highly Compensated Employee From Howth Castle and Environs,

cause the course of the ricorso does not, never can, will not by any means

Circle back around To an Apocatastasis, No de capo, Not again again, neither do I hope to, For thouendsthee And every good poet must be ste set tse stet against the wake,

Away alone along The Thing we call world ends more like Yes Than it Ain’t Is to a T, the tt, the anti- the tain, the tain’t? Reading, For it is all teletyped Cept the stakes And putting it all in the machine was the best thing I could do, For look at what became of written reading and Language, And the world, it too in a,

I mean l The bender, I lean, And remember Her, She knew something we didn’t, But Susan knew, And I will not forget her or our sins, For God put me, Hear to remember Her, For you, For Ever, For Man is the animal that makes mistakes, And he came to be, Leaving after he wrote his Apocalypse,

That the world does not end with a whimper, but set his might On that They repeat the lie, now Sooner Every fire shall rise to Linger not In waste Of The shoring of runes but A temple not built by hands But Of some finer thing Of something fine to finish Knowing, Yet Elegant, So

Intelligent, And mixing Mememoremee and desire, Like the graduate students saying Chaucer and Eliot to me in Recital, Around the table knowledgeable, In seminar, And I disseminating on the de- Limitation of the working of Art symbols of, That it we neither intend nor un- Intend, Like A process of the organic, One you know all Too well,

And the professor Glared, And the students Laughed, But I was surprised at the un-doing, For I had neither intended it Nor not, That was to have been my exemplification. And so I was, and quit what they did not requite, Quieter, Qui etre, Being the one more sinning than signed, Having in my confused way shown them, though I knew it not,

that God is already doing an infinite number of things simultaneously,

As Thomas Aquinas mentions at the end of the eternity of the World as we know it, And that, being the burden, In a virtual argument from design, Even if it looks like we are in the l bender, l bent, Truly, We are not, We only look like we are when we watch ourselves in each other. Therefore, Whoso looketh into the perfect law of liberty, and continueth therein, he being not a forgetful hearer, but a doer of the work

It has not yet been shown that God cannot Cause an infinite number of things to Exist at once, as Thomas said in his Eternity of the World, so the high Purpose of this work is to prove his point, That God creates everything all the time, And in infinite numbers, both in Rome And against Rome, as for you as for me, So, do not justify his ways to men, Or attempt a theodicy of God, But show the Church and the World that will be In what has been His plan all along, for God keeps His promises, faithful and true. He connects all times and places, ancient Israel and England’s pleasant pastures, The dwellings of poets, priests, prophets, popes, To show God at the center of our World, And also in the ties that bind us all To each other by Him, even when we Know it not, seen in the fact of a World Itself, without which we would never be, And yet take for granted without thinking To thank, to find within ourselves someone Who holds all things together, runs through all,

Not just Nature, not just cosmic design, But in our own creations, in our own Technology and the archive of thought, Every word, every sign reflecting God, Not only in their inherent meaning, But in their capacity connected In novel combinations that witness Christ will come at the ending of the world.

Butterflies have been Spoken of, the Mind of Christ Coming to the World: The one mind will not Stand the passing through the fire Of Christ cast on earth: Like lightning He comes, As He wished at once to blaze, A sword for peoples: The vials, the plagues, seals Broken, angels and devils Contend among us: God is working all, An infinite number of Things done everywhere: The transformation As all error is burned up And devils thrown down:

Christ sets people free From slavery to sin and death, For His own Heaven: We are salted with Fire and in chariots blaze Truthward to battle: Surrender to Christ Is the one thing necessary To enter the way: He wants not hirelings, But servants who love the truth He lived and died for: Christ comes quickly now: The world of mystery cracks: Babble on no more: In scarlet colors The cardinals robed Themselves for the whore:

They sat astride her And rode her in her glory Of hypocrisy: While humble Christians Looked up and could not see their Usurpation of: God was patient, and A thousand years was a watch In the night of Rome: Now day approaches, dawn Is in Jerusalem, and our Israel awakes. All Israel saved, Jacob and every son but Dan, the serpent laid: Inscribed cardinals: A lost tribe could not be sealed: Every man anti-:

God will not be mocked By a Church in Sin mounted On the seven hills: Knew it was to be Judged, but would not repent of The blasphemous rite: The pious fraud of Robbing peter for the pall In breaking scripture: Yet, Jesus is good: The way is straight and narrow: I have come to cast: An earth on fire and How we will see it blazing: We, salted with Fire To worship divine: The Spirit of Prophets, come! We will see the end.