For Beth (Revelations), Jean Jones poetry

Asking the angel of death about Revelation:

Writer: “What do you see in our future, angel of death?”

Death: “And I beheld and heard an angel flying through
The midst of heaven, saying with a loud voice, Woe,
Woe, woe, to the inhabitors of the earth by reason of
The other voices of the trumpet of the three angels,
Which are yet to sound!”

Writer: “So, are we in the midst of the tribulation that Revelation forecasts for mankind? Is this the end?”

Death: “And another angel came out of the temple, crying
With a loud voice to him that sat on the cloud, Thrust
In thy sickle, and reap: for the time is come for
Thee to reap; for the harvest of the earth is ripe.”

Writer: “What is my future, then. And don’t lie.”

Death: “And I heard a loud voice saying in heaven, Now
Is come salvation and strength, and the kingdom of our
God, and the power of his Christ: for the accuser of
Our brethren is cast down, which accused them before
Our God day and night.”

Writer: “So are you forecasting my downfall and rejoicing
Over it, then?”

Death: “And I heard another voice from heaven saying,
Come out of her, my people, that ye be not partakers of
Her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues.”

Writer: “You’re talking about yourself, then! This is
a warning to anyone who associates with you!”

Death: “And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me,
Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from
Henceforth: yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest
From their labours; and their works do follow them.”

Image detail © Stephen Collector, see the complete Angel of Death image and more of his work at Artzar.com

Jean is co-editor of wordsalad.net