INTO THE LATITUDE

Your tropical mood witnesses
into an ancestral latitude
and immortal longitude
of a Sephardic
and Ashkenazic critic
in an enigmatic attitude
of right and wrong
we are weeping for Israel
expressing a poetic
Solomonic song among
an angel company
in a heavenly enlightening
to the King of Kings
on high
since my Hebraic melody
is a blessing in showing
of Christ mosiacs
and has a Miltonic meaning
for the assiduously wicked
of Satan's sleeping nations
in their warring lamentations,
as we cry out as intercessors
across the doors of nations
against their unbelieving
prisms of a continual deceiving
and perpetual antisemitism
in all their high wire politicians
with raucous legions
of hot yet cold Christians
from the North and South
whom the Lord cannot abide
but the Groom will go forth
in the upper room
with His bride
with no reward
but will spit them
out of his mouth in the pit
as the poet and evangelist
John, the Revelator
in the Island of Patmos
will dream and prophesy
of Jesus who was crucified
died and was buried at dawn
crowds walk with a chorus
over fourteen stations
not hearing or sight reading
at the night screams
on the cross in Jerusalem
for their Son of Man's loss
in the light of His Beatitude.