The Apocalypse--A Revelation ... Chapter Forty (first draft)
The Apocalypse--A Revelation ... Chapter Forty (first draft)
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Vigilant Wayne's family as to her whereabouts
meant Sabrina sat curled in a corner chair struggling to warm keep
in the hospital emergency waiting room sleepy and worn out
as Mr. Kang ensured that Wayne, his son, from her would not receive a peep or sprout
about her love or *HIS LOVE the Grand Creator
spoken of in another poem she composed
to read to Wayne when Kim, her mother head nurse,
secretly informed her, "You have a second! Be quick!"
if allowed.
*his love can stroke you kindly
gently cocoon you as if coddled within silk multi-hued threads
spreading warmth upwards
softening crusty soles
caressed as if by moist golden sand
lit by a moon dangling by an invisible strand
lovely overhead; held steady by his hand
cradling also weakened hearts
wrecked by tragedies shared
though distant in worlds apart
as descending suns lull the earth to sleep
to rise up under cumulonimbus clouds
then to descend again beneath myriads of stars dying
horizons repeat their cycles varied in degrees of glory
as each human vessel is seen by him
thrashing or threading in murky waters
bumped unseen by other fish streaming rivers to seas angry
among piranhas biting hungry
inducing tears to swirl then mingle with precious blood.
yet, singled out you meek ones;
lifted up as: "With his pinions he will cover you, and under his wings you will take refuge.
His faithfulness will be a large shield and a protective wall."*
to all nations who to him in sincerity... cry out
for his love can stroke you kindly
So Sabrina this time spent scrolling her telephone screen
trying to reconnect with what's happening on the international scene.
New York Explosion Empties Busy Transit Hub; Suspect Is in Custody
https://mobile.nytimes.com/2017/12/11/nyregion/explosion-times-square.html?referer
Ghost boats' from North Korea surfacing in Japan
https://www.aol.com/article/news/2017/12/10/ghost-ships-from-north-korea-keep-showing-up-in-japan/23302971/.
Two articles most depressing
contributed to Sabrina's mental stressing.
With Wayne in critical condition and she not knowing how intense the degree while not even soothing many others here too that grieved.
She made herself a physical note on her phone
not to return here tomorrow without being maturely adorned
in a manner to others in sincerity inform
with a current magazine entitled: IS THE WORLD OUT OF CONTROL? to help those searching or sadly forlorn.
https://www.jw.org/en/publications/magazines/awake-no6-2017-december/
In the meantime, to herself console
she remembered a verse her father often quoted,
a memory of old:
"But those hoping in Jehovah will regain power.
They will soar on wings like eagles.
They will run and not grow weary;
They will walk and not tire out.” Isaiah. 40:31.
So for Wayne and herself and all mourning she did in earnestness pray
to receive comfort from these words ancient today... TO BE CONT'D
Vigilant Wayne's family as to her whereabouts
meant Sabrina sat curled in a corner chair struggling to warm keep
in the hospital emergency waiting room sleepy and worn out
as Mr. Kang ensured that Wayne, his son, from her would not receive a peep or sprout
about her love or *HIS LOVE the Grand Creator
spoken of in another poem she composed
to read to Wayne when Kim, her mother head nurse,
secretly informed her, "You have a second! Be quick!"
if allowed.
*his love can stroke you kindly
gently cocoon you as if coddled within silk multi-hued threads
spreading warmth upwards
softening crusty soles
caressed as if by moist golden sand
lit by a moon dangling by an invisible strand
lovely overhead; held steady by his hand
cradling also weakened hearts
wrecked by tragedies shared
though distant in worlds apart
as descending suns lull the earth to sleep
to rise up under cumulonimbus clouds
then to descend again beneath myriads of stars dying
horizons repeat their cycles varied in degrees of glory
as each human vessel is seen by him
thrashing or threading in murky waters
bumped unseen by other fish streaming rivers to seas angry
among piranhas biting hungry
inducing tears to swirl then mingle with precious blood.
yet, singled out you meek ones;
lifted up as: "With his pinions he will cover you, and under his wings you will take refuge.
His faithfulness will be a large shield and a protective wall."*
to all nations who to him in sincerity... cry out
for his love can stroke you kindly
So Sabrina this time spent scrolling her telephone screen
trying to reconnect with what's happening on the international scene.
New York Explosion Empties Busy Transit Hub; Suspect Is in Custody
https://mobile.nytimes.com/2017/12/11/nyregion/explosion-times-square.html?referer
Ghost boats' from North Korea surfacing in Japan
https://www.aol.com/article/news/2017/12/10/ghost-ships-from-north-korea-keep-showing-up-in-japan/23302971/.
Two articles most depressing
contributed to Sabrina's mental stressing.
With Wayne in critical condition and she not knowing how intense the degree while not even soothing many others here too that grieved.
She made herself a physical note on her phone
not to return here tomorrow without being maturely adorned
in a manner to others in sincerity inform
with a current magazine entitled: IS THE WORLD OUT OF CONTROL? to help those searching or sadly forlorn.
https://www.jw.org/en/publications/magazines/awake-no6-2017-december/
In the meantime, to herself console
she remembered a verse her father often quoted,
a memory of old:
"But those hoping in Jehovah will regain power.
They will soar on wings like eagles.
They will run and not grow weary;
They will walk and not tire out.” Isaiah. 40:31.
So for Wayne and herself and all mourning she did in earnestness pray
to receive comfort from these words ancient today... TO BE CONT'D
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