The Reality
The first trumpet was sound'
shaking all those belonging to the ground
the fire, blood and hail hurled earth's dwellers
one out of three of the ground burned
The second trumpet was blown
A similarity of a huge mountain though unknown
deprived life a third of the sea dwellers
as a third of the latter, into blood it turned
He sounded the third, the angel who firmly stood,
falling the great star, blazing like a torch, The worm-wood
many people died of the streams' bitter waters,
the worm-wood made the bitter, they learned.
A third of the sun was struck,
the moon and 1/3 all the constellations were dark
this is the tribulation of the forth angles trumpet
He cried woe! woe! woe! for three though more to be blast
The fifth angel sounded the trumpet,
and the woe! it beholds is unbelievable,
a star fell and opened abyss shaft
and an enormous smoke emanated
blackening the sun and all the stars
out of the smoke came locust
causing grief to humanity, and for 5 months they'll last
to punish whom the seal of God away they'd cast.
they were comparable with war horses of the old
having coverings like crowns made of gold.
they had faces like that of human
their hair was like the hair of a woman,
teeth like lion's, breastplates of iron not to spare any man
they had tails that sting like scorpion
very deadly than anything on earth.
yet two woes were to come.
revelation tells more.............
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Bible in Poetry: Revelation 8
1He opened then the seventh seal,
And heav’n turned silent for half hour.
2The seven angels before God,
Were given seven trumpets then.
3An angel, with a gold censer,
Came and stood before the altar.
He had incense to offer much,
With prayers of all the saints,
On the golden altar of God.
4The incense-smoke and saints’ prayers
Went up to God from angel's hand.
5The angel took the censer then,
And filled it with altar’s fire,
And hurled it onto the earth’s face;
There came thunder, rumblings, flashes
Of lightning and an earthquake great.
The Trumpets:
6The seven angels then prepared
To blow their trumpets, one by one.
7 When first angel blew his trumpet,
Hail came with fire, mixed with blood,
And it was hurled down on the earth.
A third of earth was burned up soon,
A third of trees were burned up too,
And all the green grass was burned up.
8The second angel blew trumpet,
And something like a huge mountain
Ablaze, was thrown into the sea.
A third of sea then turned to blood,
9A third of creatures of sea died,
A third of ships were all destroyed.
10The third angel blew his trumpet,
A great star, blazing like a torch,
Fell from sky on third of rivers
And on the earth’s springs of water—
11The name of the star was Wormwood.
A third of waters turned bitter,
And many people died from it.
12The fourth angel sounded trumpet,
A third of sun was darkened then,
A third of moon, and third of stars,
Was turned dark soon afterwards.
A third of day was without light,
A third of night also alike.
13And as I watched, an eagle flew
In midair, calling out aloud:
'Woe! Woe! To earth’s inhabitants,
Because of trumpet blasts about
To come from three other angels! '
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-16-2007
poem by John Celes
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The Occultation of Orion
I saw, as in a dream sublime,
The balance in the hand of Time.
O'er East and West its beam impended;
And day, with all its hours of light,
Was slowly sinking out of sight,
While, opposite, the scale of night
Silently with the stars ascended.
Like the astrologers of eld,
In that bright vision I beheld
Greater and deeper mysteries.
I saw, with its celestial keys,
Its chords of air, its frets of fire,
The Samian's great Aeolian lyre,
Rising through all its sevenfold bars,
From earth unto the fixed stars.
And through the dewy atmosphere,
Not only could I see, but hear,
Its wondrous and harmonious strings,
In sweet vibration, sphere by sphere,
From Dian's circle light and near,
Onward to vaster and wider rings.
Where, chanting through his beard of snows,
Majestic, mournful, Saturn goes,
And down the sunless realms of space
Reverberates the thunder of his bass.
Beneath the sky's triumphal arch
This music sounded like a march,
And with its chorus seemed to be
Preluding some great tragedy.
Sirius was rising in the east;
And, slow ascending one by one,
The kindling constellations shone.
Begirt with many a blazing star,
Stood the great giant Algebar,
Orion, hunter of the beast!
His sword hung gleaming by his side,
And, on his arm, the lion's hide
Scattered across the midnight air
The golden radiance of its hair.
The moon was pallid, but not faint;
And beautiful as some fair saint,
Serenely moving on her way
In hours of trial and dismay.
As if she heard the voice of God,
Unharmed with naked feet she trod
Upon the hot and burning stars,
As on the glowing coals and bars,
That were to prove her strength, and try
Her holiness and her purity.
Thus moving on, with silent pace,
And triumph in her sweet, pale face,
She reached the station of Orion.
Aghast he stood in strange alarm!
And suddenly from his outstretched arm
Down fell the red skin of the lion
Into the river at his feet.
His mighty club no longer beat
The forehead of the bull; but he
Reeled as of yore beside the sea,
When, blinded by Oenopion,
He sought the blacksmith at his forge,
And, climbing up the mountain gorge,
Fixed his blank eyes upon the sun.
Then, through the silence overhead,
An angel with a trumpet said,
"Forevermore, forevermore,
The reign of violence is o'er!"
And, like an instrument that flings
Its music on another's strings,
The trumpet of the angel cast
Upon the heavenly lyre its blast,
And on from sphere to sphere the words
Re-echoed down the burning chords,--
"Forevermore, forevermore,
The reign of violence is o'er!"
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Occultation of Orion, The
I saw, as in a dream sublime,
The balance in the hand of Time.
O'er East and West its beam impended;
And day, with all its hours of light,
Was slowly sinking out of sight,
While, opposite, the scale of night
Silently with the stars ascended.
Like the astrologers of eld,
In that bright vision I beheld
Greater and deeper mysteries.
I saw, with its celestial keys,
Its chords of air, its frets of fire,
The Samian's great Aeolian lyre,
Rising through all its sevenfold bars,
From earth unto the fixed stars.
And through the dewy atmosphere,
Not only could I see, but hear,
Its wondrous and harmonious strings,
In sweet vibration, sphere by sphere,
From Dian's circle light and near,
Onward to vaster and wider rings.
Where, chanting through his beard of snows,
Majestic, mournful, Saturn goes,
And down the sunless realms of space
Reverberates the thunder of his bass.
Beneath the sky's triumphal arch
This music sounded like a march,
And with its chorus seemed to be
Preluding some great tragedy.
Sirius was rising in the east;
And, slow ascending one by one,
The kindling constellations shone.
Begirt with many a blazing star,
Stood the great giant Algebar,
Orion, hunter of the beast!
His sword hung gleaming by his side,
And, on his arm, the lion's hide
Scattered across the midnight air
The golden radiance of its hair.
The moon was pallid, but not faint;
And beautiful as some fair saint,
Serenely moving on her way
In hours of trial and dismay.
As if she heard the voice of God,
Unharmed with naked feet she trod
Upon the hot and burning stars,
As on the glowing coals and bars,
That were to prove her strength, and try
Her holiness and her purity.
Thus moving on, with silent pace,
And triumph in her sweet, pale face,
She reached the station of Orion.
Aghast he stood in strange alarm!
And suddenly from his outstretched arm
Down fell the red skin of the lion
Into the river at his feet.
His mighty club no longer beat
The forehead of the bull; but he
Reeled as of yore beside the sea,
When, blinded by Oenopion,
He sought the blacksmith at his forge,
And, climbing up the mountain gorge,
Fixed his blank eyes upon the sun.
Then, through the silence overhead,
An angel with a trumpet said,
"Forevermore, forevermore,
The reign of violence is o'er!"
And, like an instrument that flings
Its music on another's strings,
The trumpet of the angel cast
Upon the heavenly lyre its blast,
And on from sphere to sphere the words
Re-echoed down the burning chords,--
"Forevermore, forevermore,
The reign of violence is o'er!"
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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God Bound Fallen Angels In The River Euphrates
From where is the dread trumpet call
blown, and at the command of who?
“The sixth angel sounded his shofar,
and I heard a voice from the four horns
of the gold altar before God” Revelation 9: 13
And what was the spoken order to the sixth angel?
“saying to the sixth angel, the one with the shofar, “Release the four
angels that are bound at the great river Euphrates! ”” Revelation 9: 14
And what woe were the bound fallen angels released to do?
“And they were released. These four angels
had been kept ready for this moment, for this
day and month and year, to kill a third of mankind; ” Revelation 9: 15
Thus are the days of the lesser and greater tribulation!
And so later
it came to pass,
in the time of
the pouring out,
on the earth, the seven
bowls; of God’s Fury.
At God’s command
the sixth angel
“poured out his bowl
upon the great river Euphrates,
and its water dried up,
in order to prepare the way
for the kings from the east.” Revelation 16: 12
The waters of life dried up!
What was revealed therein?
Released from waters of life!
“And I saw three unclean spirits
that looked like frogs; they came
from the mouth of the dragon,
from the mouth of the beast and
from the mouth of the false prophet.” Revelation 16: 13
And what
pray tell,
were the three
unclean spirits,
and what was
their purpose?
“They are miracle-working demonic spirits
which go out to the kings of the whole inhabited
world to assemble them for the War of the Great
Day of ADONAI-Tzv’ot (Lord of Hosts) . Revelation 16: 14
(the Lord of Sabaoth) – Lord of (heaven’s) armies
Lord of Hosts) Romans 9: 29 Just as Isaiah told us.
To gather them together to the war
of the great day of God the Almighty. Amen.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Quotations from Complete Jewish Bible, translation by David H. Stern
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Winter Poem
Tonight the wind gnaws with teeth of glass
The jackdaw shivers in caged branches of iron
The stars have talons
There is hunger in the mouth of vole and badger
Silver agonies of breath in the nostril of the fox
Ice on the rabbit’s paw
Tonight has no moon, no food for the pilgrim
The fruit tree is bare, the rose bush a thorn
And the ground is bitter with stones
But the mole sleeps and the hedgehog lies curled in a womb of leaves
And the bean and the wheat seed hug their germs in the earth
And a stream moves under the ice
Tonight there is no moon
But a star opens like a trumpet over the dead
And tonight in a nest of ruins the blessed babe is laid
And the fir tree warms to a bloom of candles
And the child lights his lantern and stares at his tinsel toy
And our hearts and hearths smoulder with live ashes
In the blood of our grief the cold earth is suckled
In our agony the womb convulses its seed
And in the last cry of anguish
The child’s first breath is born
poem by Laurie Lee
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Christmas Landscape
Tonight the wind gnaws
With teeth of glass,
The jackdaw shivers
In caged branches of iron,
The stars have talons.
There is hunger in the mouth
Of vole and badger,
Silver agonies of breath
In the nostril of the fox,
Ice on the rabbit’s paw.
Tonight has no moon,
No food for the pilgrim;
The fruit tree is bare,
The rose bush a thorn
And the ground is bitter with stones.
But the mole sleeps, and the hedgehog
Lies curled in a womb of leaves,
The bean and the wheat-seed
Hug their germs in the earth
And the stream moves under the ice.
Tonight there is no moon,
But a new star opens
Like a silver trumpet over the dead.
Tonight in a nest of ruins
The blessed babe is laid.
And the fir tree warms to a bloom of candles,
And the child lights his lantern,
Stares at his tinselled toy;
And our hearts and hearths
Smoulder with live ashes.
In the blood of our grief
The cold earth is suckled,
In our agony the womb
Convulses its seed;
In the first cry of anguish
The child’s first breath is born.
poem by Laurie Lee
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The Trumpeter
The war was all around
And the city was small.
The doctors laughed at him,
He was not like de Gaulle.
Well, may be the trumpeter?
OK, trumpeter, as a trumpeter!
Being a trumpeter is so good,
At least you don't have to bow.
The bullets whistle over your head,
As the winds sometimes blow.
But why it happened like that?
For a boy the war was a spit.
But once in the autumn rains,
In a strange unknown land,
The regiment was waned,
No one heard the command.
No one was there to be astound.
Come on, trumpeter! You sound!
In smoke and flames he stood,
His lips pressed to the trumpet,
The regiment, like knighthoods,
Followed the trumpeter.
The International they sang,
And the triumph bells rang.
The trumpeter,.. but a real soldier
Was devoted to a peaceful music,
He had to defend the border,
With a trumpet to do the trick.
If you are a man but not a hick,
The trumpet you will pick.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Trumpet Player
The Negro
With the trumpet at his lips
Has dark moons of weariness
Beneath his eyes
where the smoldering memory
of slave ships
Blazed to the crack of whips
about thighs
The negro
with the trumpet at his lips
has a head of vibrant hair
tamed down,
patent-leathered now
until it gleams
like jet-
were jet a crown
the music
from the trumpet at his lips
is honey
mixed with liquid fire
the rhythm
from the trumpet at his lips
is ecstasy
distilled from old desire-
Desire
that is longing for the moon
where the moonlight's but a spotlight
in his eyes,
desire
that is longing for the sea
where the sea's a bar-glass
sucker size
The Negro
with the trumpet at his lips
whose jacket
Has a fine one-button roll,
does not know
upon what riff the music slips
It's hypodermic needle
to his soul
but softly
as the tune comes from his throat
trouble
mellows to a golden note
poem by Langston Hughes
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The Deaf Trumpeter
How long are you going to trumpets
Your sad melody for the Trumpet flower in the Trumpet woods?
Brother! You get trampled one day by the trumpet weeds
And we never hear of you again.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Christmas 2007 Song – 11
‘The Star of Bethlehem’
Appeared a star anew in East,
And brought three Magi to the West;
It meant the birth of great a king:
A rare phenomenon on earth!
On camel-back, the wise men came
To King Herod but knew his game;
The Star of Bethlehem stood still
O’er manger, where Jesus was born!
And Angel-choirs with trumpet sound
Sang, ‘Gloria, in excelsis deo! ’
New joy and peace was born on earth
Through baby boy ‘Emmanuel’s’ birth!
A savior had been born for men!
And all could surely reach heaven!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-21-2007
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Bible in Poetry: Revelation 11
The Two Witnesses:
1Given a reed-like measuring rod,
I’as told to “ Measure God’s temple,
Altar, and count the worshipers,
2 And to exclude the outer court,
That was given to the Gentiles.
They’ll trample the holy city
For forty-two months at a stretch;
3With my power, my two witnesses,
Will prophesy for a thousand,
Two-sixty days, clothed in sackcloth.'
4Two olive trees and the two lamp-stands
Stand before the Lord of the earth.
5If anyone tries to harm them,
Fire will come out of their mouths
And devours their enemies.
This is how those who harm must die.
6These men have pow’r to block the sky,
So that, it won’t rain at that time,
They’re prophesying; and have pow’r
To turn the waters into blood,
And to strike the earth with every plague
As often as they wish to do.
7Now when their testimony is o’er,
The beast from the Abyss will attack,
And overpower and kill them.
8Their bodies will lie in the street
Of cities of Sodom, Egypt,
Where their Lord was crucified.
9For days, three and a half, all men
From every tribe, language and nation,
Will gaze at their bodies, without burying.
10The earth’s inhabitants of the earth will gloat
O’er them and will celebrate the day
By sending one another gifts,
For these two prophets tormented
Those who lived upon the earth.
11But after three and a half days,
A breath of life from God entered
Them, and they stood upon their feet,
And terror struck those who saw them.
12Then they heard a voice from heaven
Saying aloud, 'You come up here.'
They went to heaven in a cloud,
While their enemies just looked on.
13 That very hour, there was a quake,
Collapsing tenth of the city.
Killing seven thousand people
And terrifying survivors
Who glorified God of heaven.
14The second woe had passed away;
The third woe was coming too soon.
The Seventh Trumpet:
15The seventh angel blew trumpet:
Loud voices in heaven, then said:
'The kingdom of the world of men
Is now the kingdom of Christ Lord,
And He will reign forever, ever.'
16 The twenty-four elders seated
On thrones before the God, Most High,
Fell on their faces, worshiped God,
17 Saying:
'We give you thanks God Almighty,
The One who is and always was,
Because you’ve taken your great pow’r
And have begun to reign on earth.
18 Your wrath has come over nations;
The time has come for judging dead,
Rewarding your servants- prophets,
And saints, those revering your name,
Both small and great— all deserving,
And destroying those who destroy earth.'
19 God's temple in heaven opened,
And within his temple was seen
The Ark of His great covenant.
And came there flashes of lightning,
Rumblings, peals of thunder, earthquake,
And a mighty hailstorm as well.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-20-2007
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Perhaps Today
Perhaps today, in the open sky above beyond the oceans gentle shore,
Perhaps today, from the clouds above we will hear that Blessed horn.
For the Church will hear the angel shout and the trumpet call of God,
And all alive in Christ will be lifted from this earth's lowly sod,
Perhaps today, we'll see the very one who has been Eternally Adored,
Perhaps today, up in the clouds we'll meet our Glorious Blessed Lord.
For those who died in Christ shall rise first at that Glorious sound,
Their bodies to be resurrected as they're extracted from the ground.
Perhaps today, through His Mighty Power and His Loving Eternal Grace,
Perhaps today, with all who went before us we'll see His Loving face.
When we hear the trumpet we know that we are at the end of the race,
We will share the prize and see The Author and Finisher of our faith.
Perhaps today, when the Glorious Trumpet of our God above resounds,
Perhaps today, with all of our loved ones we'll be up in the clouds.
Regarding the rapture we shouldn't stay quiet according to The Word,
Paul says encourage one another and share with all who haven't heard.
Perhaps today, in the twinkling of an eye we'll see heaven's portal,
Perhaps today, this earthly body will be changed into one immortal.
As you long for His return and you ponder for the right words to say,
The words in your heart will burn as you openly reply Perhaps today.
God Here I Am
Had walked the path
Had climbed this rocky mountain
Had done with boulders
Had done with thorn pricks
Here I am on my knees
Up the stars twinkle
Up the moon gives a wink
Up the clouds clear, feathery soft
Up my arms in supplication
Here I am in between peak and sky
Voyages were done
Voyages of a lonely soul seeking
Voyages of time and space clouded
Voyages where tunnel lights dimmed
Here I am in peak and a cliff dead bones below!
God here
God there
God for peace
God of fate
Here I am your timely message I trumpet
Here my little wings will do
Here my blood vessels will do
Here my Trumpet will do
Here my soul will fly and call for wisdom
Here at the peak I am yours as made be!
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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The Trumpet
A friend fell and smashed up his teeth and jaw,
And ended up in 'casualty' what's more,
The surgeon came to sew up his damaged face,
And put his teeth and jaw back into place.
He asked the surgeon, if he would be able to play the trumpet,
No problem at all, the surgeon said, superbly, that I can bet.
Oh, how amazing, said my friend, Gosh, I must tell my wife,
Because, I've never ever played a trumpet, in my life.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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And my dad wanted me to play the trumpet because that's what he liked. His idol was Louis Armstrong. My dad thought my teeth came together in a way that was perfect for playing the trumpet.
quote by Jackson Browne
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Bible in Poetry: Revelation 19
Hallelujah!
1I heard what sounded like the roar
Of multitude in heav’n shouting:
'Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
All glory, pow’r and salvation
Belong to our one, living God.
2 For true and just are his judgments.
He condemned the great prostitute,
Whose misdeeds corrupted the earth.
He has avenged upon her then
The blood of his beloved servants.'
3And they shouted: 'Hallelujah!
The smoke from her goes up forev’r.'
4The elders twenty-four and four
Living creatures fell down often
And worshiped God, who sat on throne
They cried: 'Amen, Hallelujah! '
5 A voice from throne then came and said:
'All praise our God, his servants all,
You who fear him, both great and small! '
6 I heard a sounded like multitude,
Like roar of rushing waters fast,
Like peals of thunder loud that said:
'Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
For God, our Lord Almighty reigns.
7 Let us rejoice and glad become
And give him glory and welcome!
For wedding-day of Lamb has come!
His bride has made herself ready.
8Fine linen, bright and clean like Fay,
Was given her to wear this day.'
9The angel said to me then, 'Write:
'Bless’d are those whom God did invite
To Lamb’s great wedding supper feast! ' '
'These are the true words of our God.'
10 I fell down to worship him then.
But he told me, 'Do not do it!
I’m a fellow servant just like you,
And with your brothers who hold on
To testimony of Jesus.
So worship God! And Jesus Christ
For Savior Christ’s testimony
Is spirit of the prophecy.'
The Rider on the White Horse:
11And when, I saw heaven open;
A white horse stood before me then,
Whose rider’s called ‘Faithful and True.’
With justice, he judges, makes war.
12His eyes are like blazing fire,
And on his head are many crowns.
He has a name written on him,
That no one knows except himself.
13He’s dressed in robe that’s dipped in blood,
His name is but the Word of God.
14 And Heaven’s armies followed him,
On white horses, mounted and dressed
In fine linen, pure white and clean.
15Out of his mouth, a sharp sword comes,
With which to strike the nations down.
'He’ll rule them with iron scepter.
He treads the winepress of fury
Of wrath of God, the Almighty.
16 Upon his robe and on his thigh,
He has this name written clearly:
‘THE KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS.’
17 An angel standing in the sun,
Then cried out in a voice aloud
To all the birds in midair flight,
'Come, gather for God’s supper great,
18so that you eat the flesh of men-
Kings, mighty generals, horse, riders
And of people, free, slave, small, great.'
19 I saw the beast and kings of earth,
Their armies gathered to make war
Against the rider, his army.
20 The beast was captured, and with him
The false prophet who had performed
The miracles on his behalf.
With these signs he had deluded
Those who had got the mark of beast
And worshiped his image as well.
The two of them were thrown alive
In lake of burning sulfur fire.
21The rest of them were killed by sword
That came out of horse-rider’s mouth,
And all the birds gorged on their flesh.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-20-2007
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Hymn 164
The end of the world.
Why should this earth delight us so?
Why should we fix our eyes
On these low grounds where sorrows grow,
And every pleasure dies ?
While time his sharpest teeth prepares
Our comforts to devour,
There is a land above the stars,
And joys above his power.
Nature shall be dissolved and die,
The sun must end his race,
The earth and sea for ever fly
Before my Savior's face.
When will that glorious morning rise?
When the last trumpet sound,
And call the nations to the skies,
From underneath the ground?
poem by Isaac Watts
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Bible in Poetry: Revelation 1
Prologue:
1The revelation of Jesus
Christ, which God gave John to show all,
His servants, of what must take place.
He made it known through his angel,
To his beloved servant John.
2 John testifies to things he saw—
The word of God, the Father and
Testimony of Jesus Christ;
3Bless’d is the one who reads the words
Of prophecy that’s here-in writ,
And blessed are those who hear it,
And take to heart whatev’r is writ,
Because the time is very near.
Greetings and doxology:
4John, to Asia’s seven churches:
Grace, peace to you from Him who is,
Who was, and who is to come soon,
And from the seven spirits that
Reside before the throne of God,
5 And from Christ Jesus, our Savior,
Who is the first-born and witness,
The ruler of the kings of the earth,
Who resurrected from the dead.
To Him who loves and has freed us,
From sins by His blood-shed on cross,
6 And has made us part of His kingdom
And priests to serve His God, Father—
To Him be glory and power,
For ever and ever! Amen.
7 ‘O look, He comes within the clouds,
and every eye will see Him well,
And even those who pierced Him then;
and all the peoples of the earth,
Will mourn because of Him.’ Amen.
8'I am the Alpha, Omega, '
The Lord God says, 'Who is, who was,
And who is to come, Almighty.'
One like a Son of Man:
9 John, your companion and brother,
In the suffering and kingdom
And patient endurance in Christ,
Was on the island of Patmos,
Because of God’s word and Jesus.
10 On the Lord's Day, I, in Spirit,
Behind me heard a loud voice like
A trumpet,11 which said: 'Write on a scroll
Whatever you see and send it
Over to the seven churches:
To Ephesus, Smyrna, Sardis,
Pergamum, and Thyatira,
Philadelphia and Laodicea.'
12 I turned around to see the voice
That spoke to me in majesty.
And when I turned I saw seven
Golden lamp-stands, all in array!
13 And among the lamp-stands was someone,
'Like son of man, ' dressed in a robe,
That was reaching down to his feet
And golden sash, around his chest.
14 His head and hair were white like wool
Snow-white, and his eyes blazed like fire.
15 His feet like bronze glowed in furnace,
Voice sounded like rushing waters.
16 In right hand, he held seven stars,
Out of his mouth, there came a tongue,
That was like sharp, double-edged sword.
His face shone like a brilliant sun.
17 When I saw him, I fell down flat,
At his feet as though I was dead.
He placed his right hand on me, said:
'Don’t be afraid. I’m First and Last.
18 I’m the Living One, Who was dead,
Behold I am alive forev’r!
I hold the keys of death and Hades.
19 'Write down, therefore, whatev’r you’ve seen,
What’s now and will take place later.
20 The mystery of the seven stars,
That you had seen in my right hand,
And seven gold lamp-stands is this:
The seven stars are God’s angels
Who guard the seven churches,
Seven lamp-stands are the churches.
poem by John Celes
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Thèlus Wood
I came by night to Thèlus wood,
And though in dark and desperate places
Stubborned with wire and brown with blood
Undaunted April crept and sewed
Her violets in dead men's faces,
And in a soft and snowy shroud
Drew the scarred fields with gentle stitch;
Though in the valley where the ditch
Was hoarse with nettles, blind with mud,
She stroked the golden-headed bud,
And loosed the fern, she dared not here
To touch nor tend this murdered thing;
The wind went wide of it, the year
Upon this breast stopped short of Spring:
Beauty turned back from Thèlus Wood.
From broken brows the dim eyes stared,
Blistered and maimed the wide stumps grinned
From the black mouth of Thèlus bared
In laughter at some monstrous jest.
No creature moved there, weed nor wind.
Huge arms, half-torn from savage breast,
Hung wide, and tangled limbs and faces
Lay, as if giants blind and stark
With violent, with perverse embraces
Groped for each other in the dark.
A moaning rose — not of the wind,
— There was no wind, but hollowly
From its dim bed of mud each tree
Gave forth a sound, till trees and mud
Seemed but a single, sighing mouth,
A wound that spoke with lips uncouth,
And cried to me from Thèlus Wood.
I heard one tree say: 'This was I
Who drew great clouds across the sky
To weep against me.' This one said:
'I made a gloom where love might lie
All day and dream it night, a bed
Secret and soft, the birds' song had
A twilight sound the whole day there.'
One said: 'Last night I shook my hair
Before the mirror of the moon.'
'I saw a corpse to-day,' said one
'That was but buried yester-year.'
And one, the smallest, sweetest thing —
A fair child-tree made never stir,
Dead before God had tended her
In the green nurseries of Spring.
She lay, the loveliest, loneliest,
Among the old and ruined trees,
And at each small and broken wrist
The white flowers grew like bandages.
Then from the ruined churchyard where
Old vaults and graves lay turned and tossed
And earth from earth was shaken bare,
Came murmurings of a tongueless host
That to each ghastly brother said:
'Who raised us from our sleep? Is this
The resurrection of the dead?
Upon our bodies no flesh grows,
No bright blood through our temples springs,
No glory spreads, no trumpet blows,
The air is not white and blind with wings.
And yet dragged up before us lie
The woods of Thèlus at our feet,
And strange hills sentinel the sky,
And where the road went yawns a pit.
The world is finished: let us sleep.
God has forgotten: we shall keep
Here a sweet, safe Eternity.
There is no other end than this,
And this is death, and that is peace.'
But even as they ceased the stones
Were loosed, the earth shook where I stood,
And from far off the crouching guns
Swung slowly round on Thèlus Wood.
poem by Muriel Stuart
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Your Angel
You said I was your angel.
It had to do with the wonderful way I made you feel.
I do not think I am an angel.
If I am an angel its only because Gods work is real.
I can't wake up from a dream that's real.
God took this bitter heart and made it heal.
God is the only one who can make me care about people.
He has been working in my life since I was little.
You know I may slip and slide but God is there too keep me from
falling in the tide.
In his strength I shall hide.
Making up my mind has nothing to do with pride.
My soul could not keep the hurt all inside.
This angel is human after all.
You do not know how much I cried.
All I can say is that I tried.
It doesn't mean that I didn't love you at all.
I am sorry I can't be your angel.
Please try to find a more perfect angel.
Maybe she will take away the pain you feel.
Or maybe my emotions were just a game that you liked to play.
I need you to know that I forgive you any way.
An angel would not be thinking this way.
An angel would not make mistakes everyday.
God has marked me with his seal.
I can't make you believe that God is real.
Only God can change your heart.
I have tried and it has torn me apart.
God has pieced me back together.
God will be with those who believe in him forever.