Revelation 3:7

And to the angel of the church in Philadelphia write;
These things saith he that is holy, he that is true,
he that hath the key of David,
he that openeth, and no man shutteth;
and shutteth, and no man openeth;
Revelation 3:7 (KJV)


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 lately been 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…)

New Jerusalem


Interplanetary Herdsman

Jah-jahoviah  spells Joseph and Judah;  confusing…

A glance in the Book says the two shall be one.

Higher purposes shown to the tribe of His choosing

Revealing in vision the name of Jah Son.

As the heathen intensify darkness, accusing

Swift messengers fly from that coastline in sun –

Thanks and praises  for radio.   Angels are using

All stations to further His will being done.

Life eternal encoded in musical phrases

Invincible lion,  so rhythmically dread

Vibrations of  Zion with power that raises

Each listener up from the sleep of the dead.

Theological reasoning floats  into space;

HALLELUJAH.   Tune into the echoing  bass…

L of J

7 Trumpets for Mikey Dread


And at that time shall Michael stand up,
the great prince which standeth for the children of thy people:
and there shall be a time of trouble, such as never was since there was a nation even to that same time: and at that time thy people shall be delivered,
every one that shall be found written in the book.

And many of them that sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake,
some to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt.
And they that be wise shall shine as the brightness of the firmament;
and they that turn many to righteousness as the stars for ever and ever.

But thou, O Daniel,
shut up the words, and seal the book, even to the time of the end:
many shall run to and fro, and knowledge shall be increased.

Daniel 12:1-4 (KJV)
Reggae by Mikey Dread