Poetry

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Zion Descending

At first I heard Dad say,
“Son, let us make tracks,
it’s near getting dark now.
The chosen are all asleep.
Now would be best,
as darkness reigns at its peak,
for arrogance has him blinded
to what is really going on.â€

I saw the sunlight darkened,
the moon turn to blood,
and the stars falling from Heaven.
I felt everything shaking in its boots.
I heard of wars and rumours of wars.
I experienced famine and drought,
great multitudes living in wantonness,
rulers making a living out of sin,
satan’s forces installed everywhere,
loveless forces ruling through lies

I heard my inner world crying out in her dying pain,
“What is going on?
The Father is leaving us without the Son;
this can only mean evil.â€
I heard the angels blow the trumpets:
“Woe to the inhabitants of this soul!â€

I heard the agonising cries
coming from underneath the altar,
the dead in God’s love, longingly
awaiting newness of life:
“Yes, O Lord, pour out their blood
as they did ours!â€

I heard the thunders rolling throughout my being,
“Let evil brood fear the Truth of God Almighty!
Let judgement begin in the House of God!â€

I knew judgement had already begun
when I beheld those massive hailstones
tumbling down on the heads of the wicked.
I watched my enemies flee in terror!
Scorpion stings burning wrong,
horse hooves kicking up dirt,
truthfulness uncovering shame,
honesty baring nakedness,
fleshly dung's constant warring,
lies ugly sores causing agony,
pestilence threatening,
as grasshoppers devoured
my enemies’ food and good life!

It was fascinating to see
how weak those are
so strong in lies!

Yes, honest!
Loving truth is like that:
the freedom to be
true to yourself,
both in good and bad,
in His love to be.

Oh, the release of faith!
Heart-rending awe!
Shouts of glorious praise!
Jumping joy — pure ecstasy!
Glorying in God Almighty,
my life’s tormentors died,
perishing one after the other.

Seeing Jesus on His white horse,
a blazing sword coming out of His mouth,
His all-conquering loving truth
reaping my inner world of being.
Casting dead what is so good to have gone,
raising alive that which I had lost,
bringing new life at each dawn,
His kingdom ruling my world of being,
His presence bringing rest and peace.

Time and again He comes past like this,
(terrorising the wicked, agonising at their mates’ demise,)
as all His wheels turn into place.
The Word alive in heavenly love.
Costly gifts descending from above.
Beholding the temple of the Most High,
the truth of His love, Himself my Zion.

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