I stood among the valleys in the south
And saw a flame of fire, even as a Wheel
Of fire surrounding all the heavens: it went
From west to east against the current of
Creation, and devoured all things in its loud
Fury & thundering course round heaven & earth
By it the Sun was rolled into an orb
By it the moon faded into a globe
Travelling thro the night: for from its dire
And restless fury, Man himself shrunk up
Into a little root a fathom long
And I asked a Watcher & a Holy One
It's name? He answered, It is the Wheel of Religion
I wept & said, Is this the law of Jesus
This terrible devouring sword turning every way
He answered: Jesus died because He strove
Against the current of this Wheel: its Name
Is Caiphas, the dark Preacher of Death
Of sin, of sorrow & of punishment
Opposing Nature! It is Natural Religion
But Jesus is the bright Preacher of Life
Creating Nature from this fiery Law
By self-denial & forgiveness of Sin
Go therefore, cast out devils in Christ's Name
Heal thou the sick of spiritual disease
Pity the evil, for thou art not sent
To smite with terror & with punishments
Those that are sick, like to the Pharisees
Crucifying & encompassing sea & land
For proselytes to tyranny & wrath
But to the publicans & harlots go
Teach them True Happiness, but let no curses
Go forth out of thy mouth to blight their peace
For hell is opened to Heaven: thine eyes beheld
The dungeons burst & the Prisoners set Free.
William Blake, Jerusalem
