. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The Prophets Last Words on the Mount of Temptation

Sunday, July 17, 2022

The Prophets Last Words on the Mount of Temptation

 

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(A lone voice whispers)



And so it rained outside and even inside


For what seemed like forty days and forty nights 


As I wandered lost in that yellow lonely deserted Judean Desert alone


When the hard times and the whispering low vibrational voices came


On the Mount of Temptation  


Fluctuating between Mild and wild feelings


Intermixing within the falling rain


Then peaking to unknown or unexplored heights of demoralising anxiety 


To finally merge together to twirl their silver big band batons high


As they danced in absolute unrestricted low vibrational ecstasy 


Under that grinning red sky


Unfurling

All the hidden memories and opaque trophies of troubles and strife 


Which they summoned from so many to be soon returned


Twisted and contorted thoughts 


Which opened my mind like I was been stabbed like a market robbery victim


With the Devil's sharp knife


But as I knelt and prayed 
Weighed up the pros and cons


With my eyes shut about the living masses


And the endless happiness


Still to be found within all seemingly sorrowful lives


A vision of a white cross suddenly appeared 


And some soft eloquently spoken words echoed throughout my ears


"Do not be scared of life and all its many  fears


Do not be scared to shed some sad tears for yourself or others


The happy days are soon to come


Keep your faith in the one true One 


As in this form
He allows you to still run


For when your time is recalled by your final act in this endless chapter of life


On the cross 


So many will be saved and rescued from the mighty fall to Abaddon


The Dark Lands of the Fallen Ones"


And so I walked on smiling


For I knew then beyond all doubt


My death in Golgotha would be the ultimate gift to the world


Today and forevermore


So who am I to dare to be late

When the world I see before me 
Needs to be irrevocably changed


From Bethlehem to all the many other city gates


For they are all filled with green rivers of jealously 


Winds carrying sharp spears of fear and with so many foolishly condemning others 


By false accusations
Spreading hate


All I can do is play my role to perfection 

If it only saves just one poor soul


What a better way to serve my Holy Father


But by simply following his direction 



(C)
Copyright John Duffy 

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