By Leigh Hunt
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:—
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said,
"What writest thou?"—The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men."
The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blest,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.
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What the Angels See
ReplyDeleteAngel choirs sing open the gates of dawn
That eager souls might rise with warming air
Beyond treetops, beyond clouds, beyond dreams,
Expanding beyond the body of home
Beyond the few words that tell their stories,
Needing no rest but lighting on branches
Of the World Tree rooted in the Earth's soul,
Sheltering us in its eternal embrace.
At home forever, forever at peace.
Sandy what a beautiful image you envision, seeing as the angels see. "Beyond treetops, beyond clouds, beyond dreams". Wonderful image of the World Tree rooted in the earth's soul.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Julie! I was thinking of the peace Ben Adhem felt when he found himself in accord with humanity. If only it were possible with our world leaders!
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