Thread: Last Sayings of a Prophet

(An excerpt from a longer poem of mine.)

Now hear as I say
I do say-

The weather seeming fine
The grass swaying nice and fine
Then comes the Thing,
And written on its face;
Perplexity!

-that I’ve seen Great things
When I was young, but never
Th-

And the Great One coming
Down from the high place;

The seas and the waves roaring.

-is. Oh how my
Old heart fails for
Greater is this than any-

Man’s heart feeling with dread
all around that protest,
and round that Bend.

And such these waves, the cage bird sings loud.

-thing before.
Life is very long,
But oh… oh…-

All things have come to pass,
All man’s greatest triumph, at the
End.

-Heart, heart. Red drops coming out,
how wretched is that future....
I’m soon about to fall, but one last
Say, hear me out, I-

The final blood, coming forth
The shrills, coming out.

Singing, but with not a bang,
but solely a whimper.

-go out to a place, before
These great things take place
But so that you know-

Finally coming down,
Overseas, roaring
Roaring, roaring, roaring.

- I go to Glory...
But you, my son and grandchild,
I hope that you should come to where I go
before it…-

Faint, and coming forth,
The old not telling, for they are fleeting.
And the sweet amore
Ever fading.

And with the whimper comes
The choir of the silent Jordan.