The Armaggedon Phrophet: (A Challenge Poem)

A Holy Trumpet blaring in my sleep? A voice like an angel's echoing in my left ear A message so deep melting my heart with fear; This was no dream... But God's wake-up call I awoke in perspiration and saw a gleam Of light that penetrated deep within my soul I saw a man dressed in pure white, His eyes a pair of illuminating candles..incandecent.. A Holy vision in the night.... I ran for cover making a tent For fear that my whole room might come ablaze! The entire room lit up and the ceiling became a crystal ball Sort of like those silly Water globes that when shaken bits of glitter flows The man lifted his hand and beckoned me to gaze Afriad to look, I closed one eye and looked as the crystal ball began to glow. I saw a trillion soldiers...dead And the heavy sounds of armed artillery The atmosphere smelled of sulpher, death and dread The stinge made it difficult for me To constentrate; But the apparition cautioned me to lift my eyes and witness The sound of hoofs and camels blaring in the dessert With curved swords and curses under heavy breath. They played with the mangled bodies of the dead soldiers and others hurt Mangling their bodies with such fierce savagery The sound of thunder startled me! It levelled mountains, burning trees... All that was left of Earth vanished with billows of smoke and debris. Blood, the blood of martyrs and of holy men covered the glass of the crystal ball Then suddenly all went black. I shivered and soiled my clothes with utter fear This vision had warned me of what was soon to be. Then the angel vanished in mid air Without any indication Without a single trace. I was alone again in my room but couldn't sleep again..peacefully. Again an angel came for me Revealing things of the 'near' future I looked and to my surprise a giant meteor fell towards the sea Waves of gargantuon magnitude swallowed earth and all its creatures. I felt a turmoil Deep within my soul.. What were these angels telling me? Why was I chosen I had to ask I was perplexed by such mystery. The angel looked deep within my core, Scaring me with his gaze. " Daughter of The Lord, you are the chosen one The precious one your mother bore... The Lord above filled you with a Holy Grace And gave you a mission to save the Human Race! You must warn mankind before it's much to late To relent, repent, and re-program this game ... This malicious game called 'hate' That spills the blood of every man with no shame, Invented by the Fallen Ones long ago that in the Garden The snake did ressurect Puzzled, I presented my inquiry, "But I am just a humble girl, Taciturn and humble...tell me, How I can save the Worl'" The angel laughed a booming laughter, pounding his fist against a wall, And it shook the perimeter Of my room like a mighty tremor . Then he suddenly stood silent And with solmn eyes did turn to me, "With love, young lady... The Lord, you see, Has graced you with a heartfull. Your heart has the ability to melt the toughest of hearts.. Filling them with tenderness and charity You, my dear...are God's Armeggedon Prophet!" "But I do not have the strength nor eloquence To present my case... Who would listen to me, a lowly person of such innocence? No, I cannot simply face The Evil One" I am not fit to be the Phrophet of Armeggedon.." With sadness and a touch of pity I felt the angel's hand "Dear Child, it's true, You are not fit to go and delegate, but God will guide you with a golden band To give you the courage to endure. You are God's chosen.. The one who can look bin Laden in the eye And tell that murderer his days are numbered by the Holy One in the Sky Dear, Child, don't ever be afraid of death or the lie That the Evil One says under his breath... God will prompt you what to say, He will guide you to safety And will defeat the Enemy with a mighty blow... Go on, My Child and prophecy Against this generation of vipers, snakes, and cold-hearted weasels Who murder, steal and maime with poisonous darts and venemous bows. Your love, Dear Child, makes all the difference And God counts on you to go Over seas and desserts through hurricances and torrents With your heart as a net you will cast it into the sea And turn the rivers into liquid love! A sign from an angry God above Will appear on the horizon.. He will command you to touch the waters of the sea, Replacing all the baracudas and sharks with gentle rainbow fish and guppies. Your mission, little one Is to fly deep into the desserts of Afghanistan And look Bin Laden in the eye.. Convince him of his crimes before the Lord And with your love melt his icy heart of stone His sin and evil deeds atone Then turn and face humanity with this message: It's never to late to turn from hate to love... To choose the heart over the Sword! Mary Gonzalez (c) 2002 Written February 18th, 2002 © on Feb 18 2002 02:35 AM PST, Mary Aris   0 • 13