When in mid-air the golden trump shall sound,
To raise the nations under ground;
When, in the Valley of Jehoshaphat,
The judging God shall close the book of Fate,
And there the last assizes keep
For those who wake and those who sleep;
When rattling bones together fly
From the four corners of the sky;
When sinews o’er the skeletons are spread,
Those cloth’d with flesh, and life inspires the dead;
The sacred poets first shall hear the sound,
And foremost from the tomb shall bound,
For they are cover’d with the lightest ground;
And straight, with inborn vigour, on the wing,
Like mounting larks, to the new morning sing.
There thou, sweet Saint, before the quire shalt go,
As harbinger of Heaven, the way to show,
The way which thou so well hast learn’d below
Donald quacks. We better duck.
Tell the Cubans to mute that trumpet
While we, together, improve our luck
(or end up ruled by a Socialist Strumpet.)
The mallard was rebuked by Mitt;
adversaries began to bray.
The ducklings murmured: guy’s unfit
to be elected anyway...
IMAGE: Don’t Hate Me by Sarah Sole
Saul of Tarsus rocks –
old-school poet of messianic verse,
lyrically lifting the Adamic curse…
apostolic rapaholic visionary missionary
representing Cilicia, Asia Minor.
Here is part of his epic poem I Thessalonians [from Ch. 4 & 5]
A rapturous rap indeed…
a shout-out to Gamaliel and all the Hellenistic homies in the ‘hood.
For this we say to you by the word of the Lord, that we who are alive
and remain until the coming of the Lord
will by no means precede those who are asleep.
For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout,
with the voice of an archangel, and with the trumpet of God.
And the dead in Christ will rise first.
Then we who are alive and remain
shall be caught up together with them in the clouds
to meet the Lord in the air. And thus we shall always be with the Lord.
Therefore comfort one another with these words.
But concerning the times and the seasons, brethren,
you have no need that I should write to you.
For you yourselves know perfectly that the day of the Lord
so comes as a thief in the night.
For when they say, “Peace and safety!”
then sudden destruction comes upon them,
as labor pains upon a pregnant woman. And they shall not escape.
But you, brethren, are not in darkness,
so that this Day should overtake you as a thief.
You are all sons of light and sons of the day.
We are not of the night nor of darkness.
New King James Version (NKJV)The Holy Bible, Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc.