Visions and Dark Musings

I've recently been reading some of Blake's poetry. Intended audience is 'sinners'.

Under the lamplight wrought by human hands
no longer requiring the animal sacrifice
once necessary for simple sight
I record my musings in psalms and questions of brevity
hoping to entwine, like ivy on aged brick,
beauty to the eyes of passers by
and a resolution as firm as eternity's light.
Seraphic transportations to realms
unimagined and held with sacred worth
belie a heart beneath a weight
as soothing as balm of the Holy Spirit,
or gentle as the pressure of a familiar love.
We seek with mad passions
the dawn of ages come and gone,
as if a sun bringing light to horizons' undersides
may shew forth the cure that is found
so prescriptive and bitter.
Burning with eyes like brimstone and heat,
with warnings of better days to come,
our souls recoil at yet another plight we know not,
although we may know nothing at all
with a cistern filled by the empty promises of desire.

Author's Note

A daemon is in this one, of faith. I don't know about punctuation, or necessarily the message, but I post this with love. I liked it enough to share, so I hope you just find some enjoyment out of it. Comments and criticisms are gladly welcomed.