The Catholic Thing
HOME        ARCHIVES        IN THE NEWS        COMMENTARY        NOTABLE        DONATE
The Heavenly City Print E-mail
By Thomas Merton   
Thursday, 19 June 2014

City, when we see you coming down, 
Coming down from God 
To be the new world’s crown: 
How shall they sing, the fresh, unsalted seas 
Hearing your harmonies! 
For there is no more death, 
No need to cure those waters, now, with any brine; 
Their shores give them no dead,
Rivers no blood, no rot to stain them. 

Because the cruel algebra of war
Is now no more. 
And the steel circle of time, inexorable, 
Bites like a padlock shut, forever, I
n the smoke of the last bomb: 
And in that trap the murderers and sorcerers and crooked leaders 
Go rolling home to hell. And history is done. 
Shine with your lamb-light, shine upon the world: 
You are the new creation’s sun. 
And standing on their twelve foundations, 
Lo, the twelve gates that are One Christ are wide as canticles: 
And Oh! Begin to hear the thunder of the songs within the crystalTowers, 
While all the saints rise from their earth with feet like light
And fly to tread the quick-gold of those streets, 

Oh City, when we see you sailing down, 
Sailing down from God, 
Dressed in the glory of the Trinity, 
and angel-crowned In nine white diadems of liturgy.

 

Other Articles By This Author

CONTACT US FOR ADVERTISERS ABOUT US
Banner
Banner
Banner
Banner
Banner
Banner
Banner
Banner