Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Chariots of Fire

Jerusalem, a poem by William Blake, set to music...

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy
Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among those dark Satanic mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my
chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land.

The memory of this evocative hymn came to me as I read this evening's post by K. Maru as his brother lies dying. I post it here as a memory and memorial to him, whom I have never seen or met, his loving brother, and by extension to all those who have lost family members, friends and acquaintances in the tragedies of September and October, 2005.


Kobayashi Maru said...

Thank you, Hoots. You could not have known the divine appropriateness of this post. Just a few hours before you wrote it, I received word that I'd been accepted into the Dana Farber (Cancer Institute) Marathon Challenge to run and raise money for that fine institution in honor of my brother. C.O.F. is one of my all-time favorite movies. This is a wonderful final gift. Thank you.

theanchoress said...

I adore the hymn...and it is so fitting