The Holiest of Holies
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The temple’s Holiest of Holies space
Behind the hallowed curtain’s yarns implies
The truth about the sacred spirit race
Archangels Gabriel and Michael
Assumed by holy writers as in skies
That they imagine. Mystics teach, agree
And hymn that naked truth that angel shapes
Are holiest when nude. If we could see
Them in their ranks and lacking clothing’s drapes,
Sheer veils though made of endless light and thought,
Of utter flame, would teach us how to show
The highest knowledge. It is passions fraught
And they themselves embrace immortal glow.
Yet glowing most of all are robeless fires
Of wingless forms of perfect nude desires.
Swedenborg says of angels that some shine with flame
and some glow with light, yet
“The angels of the inmost heaven are not clothed.”
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