Wednesday, 17 December 2025

Revelation in Poems

 Revelation in Poem

Visions of the end and the endless beginning


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The Unveiling

A door stood open in heaven’s height,

And a voice like trumpet called, “Come, see

What must take place after this night—

The scroll of destiny, sealed with mystery.”

And there, a throne, with rainbow bright,

And One who sat in blinding light,

And elders crowned, and creatures four

Crying, “Holy!” forevermore.


The Lamb Who Was Slain

Weep, John, for none could loose the scroll,

Till from the throne, a Lion’s cry—

But behold, a Lamb with wounds yet whole,

Standing as though slain, lifted high.

And He took the book from the Hand Divine,

And every creature in earth and sea

Sang, “Worthy is the Lamb to open the sign!”

And heaven echoed, “Worthy is He!”


Seals, Trumpets, Bowls

Then broke the seals, and horsemen rode—

Conquest, war, and famine’s breath,

And martyrs crying, “How long, O God?”

Till silence fell on heaven and earth.

Then trumpets blared, and woes were poured—

Stars fell like figs, the sea turned blood—

Yet men still hardened, unrepentant hearts,

While angels strained to play their parts.


The Woman and the Dragon

A woman clothed with the sun, in birth-pain torn,

A dragon red with rage, waiting to devour.

She fled to wilderness, a child new-born—

Caught up to God, safe from his hour.

Then war in heaven—Michael and his host

Cast the ancient serpent to the coast

Of earth, where he, in furious spite,

Made war on saints in darkest night.


The Beasts from Sea and Land

From sea, a beast with blasphemous crown,

From earth, another with lying breath—

They forced the mark, they trampled down

All who would not bow to death.

Yet on Mount Zion, a hundred and forty-four

Sealed with the Name, to endure the war,

And a numberless multitude in robes made white,

Who came through tribulation into light.


Babylon’s Fall

Then an angel cried, “Babylon fallen, fallen is she—

That great city of gold and shame!”

And merchants wept on the glassy sea

As smoke rose up from her fiery flame.

“Come out, my people,” the voice from heaven said,

“Lest you partake of her plagues and dread.”

For her sins reached high as heaven’s dome,

And God remembered her every stone.


The Wedding Supper

Then Hallelujahs shook the sky—

“The Lord our God Almighty reigns!”

And the Bride made ready, pure and high,

In linen bright, washed from stains.

“Blessed are those called to the Lamb’s own feast!”

And the Word of God, on a white horse, released,

With armies of heaven, in righteousness dressed,

To tread the winepress of wrath repressed.


The Thousand Years

Then Satan bound, and thrones were set—

The martyrs reigned with Christ a span,

Till the dragon loosed for one last fret,

To gather nations like shifting sand.

But fire fell from the holy throne,

And devil, beast, and false prophet thrown

Into the lake of endless fire—

The end of hatred’s dark desire.


The Great White Throne

Then earth and heaven fled away

From the face of the One on the judgment seat,

And the dead, both great and small, that day

Stood before Him, their deeds complete.

The books were opened, the sea gave its dead,

And Death and Hades to fire were led.

No place for them in the world made new—

For the former things had passed from view.


All Things New

Then I saw heaven open wide,

A New Jerusalem, bright as a bride,

Descending with glory, prepared as a home,

Where God Himself with His own would roam.

No temple there, for the Lord is its light,

No night, no sorrow, no pain, no blight.

The river of life from the throne did flow,

And the tree of healing made all things whole.

And a voice said, “See, I make all things new—

These words are faithful and true.

I am the Alpha, Omega, the End, the Start,

And to the thirsty, I’ll give this water, free heart.”


The Final Word

“Surely, I come quickly,” He said from the throne.

And the Spirit and Bride say, “Come!”

Let the hearer reply, with a longing tone,

“Even so, Lord Jesus, come.”

And grace be with all who keep this Word—

The prophecy spoken, the vision heard.


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“He who testifies to these things says, ‘Yes, I am coming soon.’ Amen. Come, Lord Jesus. The grace of the Lord Jesus be with God’s people. Amen.” (Revelation 22:20–21)

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