REVELATION: three, seven – the Kingdom of Heaven
The key to unlocking both glory and shame.
Philadelphia knows He’s arriving in newness
inscribing on foreheads His city and name.
(Though it could be on tee shirts or baseball caps, true –
unless someone takes time to decipher the text…
is it Greek? Aramaic? Amharic? What next?)
Don’t be mad – it’s not me but old John who’s to blame.
Of names and on numbers of Savior and Beast
I have long been a-pondering, trembling, wondering
mushroom-cloud raptures in mind’s eye a-thundering.
How will we get to that marriage-day feast?
Will my garment be ready or filthy with fall-out?
(The song says His blood will make clean if we call out
in faith for forgiveness, in humble repentance
believing that grace will abolish the sentence.)
You may wish my rhyme to be likewise abolished.
Bear with me. Forgive me, I grant it’s not polished.
I speak what I feel and I write when I’m able;
which brings us to heavenly thoughts gastronomic:
what dishes we’ll meet as we dine at that table-
strict Jewish? Angelic? Or pre-Abrahamic?
Shall they serve us from silver or common ceramic?
Being clay to the potter, an unfinished vessel
I leave all these questions for others to wrestle.
Yet there’s still one more realm I explore in conjecture:
the sounds at that gathering. Classical? Rock?
Unending revivalist Christian refrains?
Shall we headbang in heaven with glorified brains?
Psychedelic/Psychotic…? or Handel and Bach?
(Lighten up. It’s the end of my bible-school lecture.
You’ve seen a few rooms of my castle-in-air,
and we ALL know it’s reggae they’re playing up there…)
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