All Saints: Martyrs

Once slain for Him Who first was slain for them,
Now made alive in Him for evermore,
All luminous and lovely in their gore
With no more buffeting winds or tides to stem
The Martyrs look for New Jerusalem;
And cry " How long? " remembering all they bore,
" How long? " with heart and eyes sent on before
Toward consummated throne and diadem.
" How long? " White robes are given to their desire;
" How long? " deep rest that is and is to be;
With a great promise of the oncoming host,
Loves to their love and fires to flank their fire:
So rest they, worshipping incessantly
One God, the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Rate this poem: 


No reviews yet.