THE PROPHET

Seven marks the days

in which each week must pass,

the timing of the Sabbath,

the seals and bowls of wrath;

just one beyond the mark of man

seven marks the spot,

the hidden in God’s plan.

At least that’s what

we’ve all been taught

by prophets through this age;

they tell us that the word of John

will be fulfilled one day

in rapture of all Christians

when antichrist takes stage.

We spin our spider’s web of words

adding line to line

to every new opinion

that comes into our minds;

we add, subtract, and multiply,

then proclaim as if by fate,

“Beware, it’s getting late!

“I’ve discovered realms unknown to man,

I’ve seen the black abyss,

I’ve fathomed riddles lost in time

and made the serpent hiss;

My name will be engraved in gold

for all can now behold

the wonders of God’s bliss!”

“Meaningless,” says the teacher,

“You’ve been wrong each time before;

just seek to quietly obey

and walk through that one door,

then down the narrow path of life,

feeding orphans on your way;

do this, my friend, and live, I say.”

(c) February 23, 2008

Glenn Hall