Trumpet & the Sickle
Trumpet & the Sickle
The scrolls were opened
Only the Lamb of God, worthy
To open the scrolls of life, light
The death Angel protecting the gates
Only a locket filled with fine sachet
Crossed upon my heart, forehead
Saved by grace,
to record the trumpet call
This mortal body weakened
By battles, constant battles
Of Heaven against Hades
Serving God’s glorious creations
Humanity & Earth
Granted the feather of Seraphim’s claws
A diadem eye, greater in physics than Newton
Conquering science, a mere woman
Humbled and closed gates of Cherubim
Protection granted
In a chamber protected by black onyx
Light, perfect light
Clean, heat with glorious power
A gift from God
Hades sending every weapon
To defeat me
Fear filling every man
Whom must now bow in humility
Beg, you must beg to survive!
Some knew no God
Worshiping knowledge
Having none
They will be utterly confounded & beaten
Fine perfume I made for the Lord
Mixing death and life
By directive having now the power
Given as a gift from our Christ
He our King given the only true
Power and divine right
To destroy humankind
By his word in an instant
To send volcanoes and earthquakes
Mixing rare oils
In fine scents poured upon humankind
Giving warning
To heal an earth
Covered in wickedness
With a mere machine I type
The saving of earth from utter ruin
Your message now given in
A twinkle of the eye
In a moment through his
Handmaiden servant
You are warned
God saving only his creations
Open the gates lest all perish!
Shine the light of God
Upon the earth
Thrusting God’s great sickle
Of divine right, providence
Upon you all
Lest none of you be saved!
Pity upon you
Whom think your righteous.
Your trumpet is now called
The sickle
Cuts deep!
Copyright © Terri Jacobus | Year Posted 2008
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