The Apocalypse--A Revelation ... Chapter Eight (first draft)
The Apocalypse--A Revelation ... Chapter Eight (first draft)
https://allpoetry.com/story/13516327-The-Apocalypse--A-Revelation-...-Chapter-Seven-by-Lucretia-Mccloud
A cloudless sky overhead
stars welcomed Sabrina
her congregation of friends
old/young peers
exiting Latino Flair a family restaurant
amid smiles, congratulations, cheers
for not only passing her finals
graded high
but with a paper plus video
highlighting creation
which also diminished her fear
of public speaking
all praises
on Jah she did totally rely
since also through his theocratic school
of which she'd been a part of for years
edified her to this point
as she'd studiously with her father
to this course adhered.
(Though never to graduate
as always learning, adapting
with no levels to climb
or goal of ever attaining tiers
or even being held back
denoted to rears. Left behind.)
Remembering him now
almost brought her to tears.
She hurriedly said her 'good-byes'
before unrestrained her emotions to rain
to spill
she quickened her steps
to just over the hill
promising to let them know
the second she arrives
although,
her heart starts to race
as she passes by his resting place
at a leisurely pace
knowing: "Now he's just ashes.
Once alive with a beloved strong face."
Sabrina remembered the account of Lazarus
about him Jesus said: "“Lazarus our friend has fallen asleep,
but I am traveling there to awaken him.”
Then Martha's words to Jesus
those 2, 000 years, a long time ago
about her beloved brother
before he was raised
from the dead:
"“I know he will rise in the resurrection
on the last day.”" Referring to our time period
just shortly ahead.
"And I have hope toward God, which hope these men also look forward to, that there is going to be a resurrection of both the righteous and the unrighteous."*
So in her head to her dear father
these words from a poem she quoted:
Young men,
you tender virgins,
those stillborn in death
too
Sweet sleep
your gentle passage
'til called in glorious renew
your days to endless splendor
your feet through golden sands;
though now: a time of danger
anxiety for imperfect man.
Yes, sweet your sleep,
you'll not remember;
as rising suns chase settling moons
seventy/eighty years
the living mourning
in cycles crying
these shortened
spans.*
*
She unlocks her door
then immediately texts her friends
although, thinking she'd be alone
with mom at work
she'll through her dad's things
freely roam.
When entering his library
she'd almost dropped to her knees
unexpected a figure in the window
highlighted by the moon
her mom almost had her
to the floor in a heavy ugly swoon.
Her fright caused her to suddenly sneeze.
"Oh, querida!... Desculpe me."
Her mom to Sabrina did flee.
"I didn't mean to frighten you."
She amazingly squeezed her.
"No, mom. I'm okay. I just didn't you see.
Thought I was alone in the house.
That you'd gone to work to return about 3."
"No, Sabrina, you see,
today it's extremely difficult for me.
Your father and I,...
on this date, met.
Eu sou muito triste."
She starts to immediately weep.
Almost melts to her feet.
Sabrina leads her to his leather chair
placed in front of the fireplace. She lit a log
sat on the ottoman with her fingers laced
waiting for her mom
if she inclined to suddenly share.
Sabrina wanted to reach out her hand
to replace behind her ears
her long straight black hair
with each new day more silver strands
but she just sat with her in darkness
knowing this was more comfortable for her mom
shy beyond measure
before eyes staring to peer.
"Sabrina, I know you miss him as much as I do.
What keeps you going?
How each day you live steadily through?
I wish I knew or had the faith of you two.
All of these years,
money mattered to me more.
Why I sent you to school.
To acquire. To be inspired
more to procure.
Now I have it...
it means so much less
without him anymore
walking through that door."
Her head drops onto her shaking arms
as she sobs
quaking Sabrina to her already sensitive core.
"Please, mom." she implores,
"let me show you what I daily live for."
She takes out her phone
clicks Isaiah 25:8 and begins to relate
what Jehovah promises to obedient mankind
in their tragic mourning state:
""He will swallow up death forever,
And the Sovereign Lord Jehovah
will wipe away the tears from all faces.
The reproach of his people
he will take away from all the earth,
For Jehovah himself has spoken it."
Here's another mom,
let's read what Revelation 21:4 has to say:
"And he will wipe out every tear from their eyes,
and death will be no more,
neither will mourning nor outcry
nor pain be anymore.
The former things have passed away.”
Mom, God's word has value.
Is of precious worth.
It helps me through stress, death and life."
Her mother raises her weary head
to hear more of what the Bible said.
"You mean in heaven
is of what it speaks?"
Sabrina again repeats:
"The former things have passed away.”
"Former things"
as to where they once were before.
Death in heaven, mom?"
she asks gently. "No, never, for sure.
Notice what Isaiah 26:18 promises:
"“Your dead will live.
My corpses will rise up.
Awake and shout joyfully,
You residents in the dust!
For your dew is as the dew of the morning,
And the earth will let those powerless in death come to life."
Come back to life on earth, Mom!
True, there is a resurrection to heaven,
but for only a few
who will reign as 'kings and priests with Christ'
over an earth renewed
their work to do."
Sabrina almost wept with joy
for this opportunity which ensued.
A chance to help her mother
learn what helped bond her
with her earthly father
but more importantly
with her heavenly Father
too...TO BE CONT'D
A cloudless sky overhead
stars welcomed Sabrina
her congregation of friends
old/young peers
exiting Latino Flair a family restaurant
amid smiles, congratulations, cheers
for not only passing her finals
graded high
but with a paper plus video
highlighting creation
which also diminished her fear
of public speaking
all praises
on Jah she did totally rely
since also through his theocratic school
of which she'd been a part of for years
edified her to this point
as she'd studiously with her father
to this course adhered.
(Though never to graduate
as always learning, adapting
with no levels to climb
or goal of ever attaining tiers
or even being held back
denoted to rears. Left behind.)
Remembering him now
almost brought her to tears.
She hurriedly said her 'good-byes'
before unrestrained her emotions to rain
to spill
she quickened her steps
to just over the hill
promising to let them know
the second she arrives
although,
her heart starts to race
as she passes by his resting place
at a leisurely pace
knowing: "Now he's just ashes.
Once alive with a beloved strong face."
Sabrina remembered the account of Lazarus
about him Jesus said: "“Lazarus our friend has fallen asleep,
but I am traveling there to awaken him.”
Then Martha's words to Jesus
those 2, 000 years, a long time ago
about her beloved brother
before he was raised
from the dead:
"“I know he will rise in the resurrection
on the last day.”" Referring to our time period
just shortly ahead.
"And I have hope toward God, which hope these men also look forward to, that there is going to be a resurrection of both the righteous and the unrighteous."*
So in her head to her dear father
these words from a poem she quoted:
Young men,
you tender virgins,
those stillborn in death
too
Sweet sleep
your gentle passage
'til called in glorious renew
your days to endless splendor
your feet through golden sands;
though now: a time of danger
anxiety for imperfect man.
Yes, sweet your sleep,
you'll not remember;
as rising suns chase settling moons
seventy/eighty years
the living mourning
in cycles crying
these shortened
spans.*
*
She unlocks her door
then immediately texts her friends
although, thinking she'd be alone
with mom at work
she'll through her dad's things
freely roam.
When entering his library
she'd almost dropped to her knees
unexpected a figure in the window
highlighted by the moon
her mom almost had her
to the floor in a heavy ugly swoon.
Her fright caused her to suddenly sneeze.
"Oh, querida!... Desculpe me."
Her mom to Sabrina did flee.
"I didn't mean to frighten you."
She amazingly squeezed her.
"No, mom. I'm okay. I just didn't you see.
Thought I was alone in the house.
That you'd gone to work to return about 3."
"No, Sabrina, you see,
today it's extremely difficult for me.
Your father and I,...
on this date, met.
Eu sou muito triste."
She starts to immediately weep.
Almost melts to her feet.
Sabrina leads her to his leather chair
placed in front of the fireplace. She lit a log
sat on the ottoman with her fingers laced
waiting for her mom
if she inclined to suddenly share.
Sabrina wanted to reach out her hand
to replace behind her ears
her long straight black hair
with each new day more silver strands
but she just sat with her in darkness
knowing this was more comfortable for her mom
shy beyond measure
before eyes staring to peer.
"Sabrina, I know you miss him as much as I do.
What keeps you going?
How each day you live steadily through?
I wish I knew or had the faith of you two.
All of these years,
money mattered to me more.
Why I sent you to school.
To acquire. To be inspired
more to procure.
Now I have it...
it means so much less
without him anymore
walking through that door."
Her head drops onto her shaking arms
as she sobs
quaking Sabrina to her already sensitive core.
"Please, mom." she implores,
"let me show you what I daily live for."
She takes out her phone
clicks Isaiah 25:8 and begins to relate
what Jehovah promises to obedient mankind
in their tragic mourning state:
""He will swallow up death forever,
And the Sovereign Lord Jehovah
will wipe away the tears from all faces.
The reproach of his people
he will take away from all the earth,
For Jehovah himself has spoken it."
Here's another mom,
let's read what Revelation 21:4 has to say:
"And he will wipe out every tear from their eyes,
and death will be no more,
neither will mourning nor outcry
nor pain be anymore.
The former things have passed away.”
Mom, God's word has value.
Is of precious worth.
It helps me through stress, death and life."
Her mother raises her weary head
to hear more of what the Bible said.
"You mean in heaven
is of what it speaks?"
Sabrina again repeats:
"The former things have passed away.”
"Former things"
as to where they once were before.
Death in heaven, mom?"
she asks gently. "No, never, for sure.
Notice what Isaiah 26:18 promises:
"“Your dead will live.
My corpses will rise up.
Awake and shout joyfully,
You residents in the dust!
For your dew is as the dew of the morning,
And the earth will let those powerless in death come to life."
Come back to life on earth, Mom!
True, there is a resurrection to heaven,
but for only a few
who will reign as 'kings and priests with Christ'
over an earth renewed
their work to do."
Sabrina almost wept with joy
for this opportunity which ensued.
A chance to help her mother
learn what helped bond her
with her earthly father
but more importantly
with her heavenly Father
too...TO BE CONT'D
Do we see our loved ones when we die
I know not everyone goes to heaven but I grew up believing that he a loved one goes to heaven and we do too we can be reunited with them. My pastor is preaching otherwise. I believe in the supernatural and I believe our loved ones can be here on earth after they pass
John 11:24; Acts 24:15;
Real Hope for Your Loved Ones Who Have Died
https://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/1102005137?q=resurrection&p=par
*https://allpoetry.com/poem/12556944-Sweet-Sleep-by-Lucretia-Mccloud
I know not everyone goes to heaven but I grew up believing that he a loved one goes to heaven and we do too we can be reunited with them. My pastor is preaching otherwise. I believe in the supernatural and I believe our loved ones can be here on earth after they pass
John 11:24; Acts 24:15;
Real Hope for Your Loved Ones Who Have Died
https://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/1102005137?q=resurrection&p=par
*https://allpoetry.com/poem/12556944-Sweet-Sleep-by-Lucretia-Mccloud
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