Late one eve.
While Folding The Laundry.
Thine Heart.
Thine Mind.
Were vexed with a Quandry.
A Vision devine.
the eldest of elders.
I Seen before me.
God's Original three.
One Born of darkness.
One Born of Light.
One Born with a scythe.
To Reap a harvest of souls.
Like a Thief in the Night.
Michael Was Given a Crown.
That emitted an arch.
Of Gods own Light.
By the Fire of the Holy Spirit.
A Blade Was Forged.
God spoke unto it.
A Blessing Devine.
Some Where between
Heaven and earth.
Some where in time.
In Michaels Hand.
I Bless the with guidance.
Of Thine Own Hands.
I Bless the Michael.
With the Armour of Truth.
I Charge thee Michael.
With Delivering Souls.
From my potters wheel.
In The Guff.
Forged from earthen Clay.
From Thine Own Hand.
I Polished it From the Rough.
With a Stone I Kept.
From The Yarmouk River.
Touch every Child.
Upon the bow of the Lip.
While Yet to be born.
Before I Open The Gate
Of The mothers Womb.
each Precious Child.
Born unto their earthly Mother.
Before you took your First Breath.
an AngeL of Old.
Told You To Hush.
As he imparted unto you.
A Soul With Free Will.
Be it for best.
Or Be it For Worse.
Few will understand.
an abyss such as this.
Be it Gods grace.
Or be it a remnant
of the devils rebellion.
a nasty Little Curse.
Cast by the two thirds
of the Angels that were Smitten.
The Blood of those Rebels.
Led by the Elder Born of Darkness.
With the God Given name of Lucifer.
Michael Knew Where he fell.
The Blood Still Churns.
still spinning aloft.
In an infinite Storm.
sustained by a fury.
Only Gods Hand could Craft.
Consider your self Fore warned.
We Have Held Long Pollaver.
When I say Hush.
Yes you will forget
Our Long Council.
be ye fate Miniscule,
or be it Great.
Be Ye Born Of darkness.
Be Ye Born Of Light.
Be Ye Born of injustice.
Never finding the smile
Of your Mothers Face.
Never Knowing the warmth.
of a Loving embrace.
With These tears
streaming down my face.
I Promise These Souls
All my good Grace.
I will Send you The spirit
Of a Fallen Sparrow.
To rescue thee from Thine Despair
As The sparrows wings beat the air.
A Soul Spirited away Back to Heaven.
It's earthly name never uttered.
With Souls Such As these
The Guff is cluttered.
with sparrows aloof
Their wings a flutter.
Their is an Angel on High.
That is soon to Come Round.
he is first to be warned.
as your time draweth nigh.
His Breath is Colder
than the Hardest frozen Ground
When he Comes to reap
His harvest with haste.
He shall not be abated.
by bribe; nor Barter; nor Boast
Nor Long Winded Toast
never Keep Him evaded.
he doth not Covet
Positions of power;
Nor Parcels of Land
He Has fists of bare bone.
No Mortal Flesh
To Heap Gold Upon.
His Open Arms Beckoning
The Graves Embrace.
With the fear of a reckoning
Upon Your face.
Your Bladder Leaks.
You Shudder From the Cold.
Of the Kiss on your Cheek
The Blade of his scythe.
Cut the ties that Bind
Flesh To the Soul, and the mind.
Your Whole Life story
Rarely if ever written down.
Only for the exceptional few.
Be thine spirit Lost, or
Be Thine Savior found.
Be Ye Famous or
Be Ye Brave.
Be Ye Knighted or
Be ye Crowned.
All that you done
From The Cradle
to the grave.
Be ye of paid Labor or
Be Ye a Slave
Will Be edited
Down to a dash
While heirs, and debtors
Place Bids for your Land.
And Fight For Your Cash.
All that was gained
And all that was Lost.
And All that remains
Is Your Stone Slab.
With an epitaph
Of Dates Embossed
A saga of suffering, Truly, The Almighty Lord, a bounty of compassion, has to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We are paid for our deeds and it will b written on book of Life.. excellent write Stephanie