Nobody should love me.
It is good that you don’t.
I carry the angel of death within me.
I see through history.
I see through time.
No memory soothes me, to help me make up my mind
to take sides with the/any enemy.
I come after Nietzsche
and do not gainsay for vainglory.
I may look helpless to you and your kind.
But know that a bitterfly’s wings
can start,
afar off
a tsunami.
That is quantum.
That is me.
When Christ comes back he does not come with peace
but with a winnowing fan
and a fire to burn
the chaff from the wheat
and gather his grain into the barn.
You think there is no destroyer in the trinity.
There is none because each has four faces.
Face of a man, a lion and a bear
& the face of an eagle.
Each knows how to create, sustain and destroy.
This is true, I swear.
Them wheels on fire, rocking, rolling, are all covered with eyes turning around in all directions,
flying straight through air.
Or the cherubim.
Or when the glory of the Shekinah shakes the thrones of the kings
so that even the priests and Levites cannot minister so thick is the smoke that fills the entire realm
This is mystic revolution.
And it does not come from the East.
The angels will their curses, vials, thunders and lightning.
Johnny Cash singing God gonna cut ’em down.
And speaking of Messianic Time, Walter Benajmin.
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
Intensely mystic, encapsulating the esence of all religions. Well crafted, well expressed.
Rendered with the author’s inimitable poetic acumen, this is quite a magisterial work that has a lot in common with what might be described as a jeremiad.
Deep and moving piece……..way to go! 🙂