The Ministry of Ezekiel

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(A lone voice whispers)

This is to you

My lifes white feather

Now my lifes sunsets are spent and sunk forever 

For at the end of all my once long rigorous days

I now stand lost and lonely 

Like a Shakespearean version of Puck 

In a Missouri daydream that's all mine

One where my heart would beat on perpetual fire

 If it could

One with my ears filled with whispering spellbinding words

That no longer take me higher

And when the ever-watchful Moon retires

I always watch from here

Behind this silver shimmering barrier 

Of The Great In-Between 

And think as the new Sun of the Living 

Rises

Are we all simply silent prayers blowing

Like soft tender snowflakes

In an endless night

Each carrying quiet songs

Filled with woe

Love and all human emotions That make us all glow 

Skywards

Just to be lost in whirlwinds of Heavens glittering golden dust

Symphonies of hearts ablaze

And screaming for someone To just love and trust

And even though now my time living has expired

I still feel rapturous but always blue

As my now silent heart 

Tries to sing love songs

For just you

But I know as long as I still exist in here

As tall as the high nights and as long as the wide days 

I hope my God-given prayers

Will be answered with my soul cries to be rescued

For when the final sunset has gone and died

And this dark night I wander in

Stalks all the lands

Even your lands

When the low Angelic Drums 

Announcing The Book of Revelations 

Rumble

And the old black and white pianos start to sing

As stars fall and start to tumble

Declaring openly the arrival of Seven Angels foretold

When the eerie white noise 

Between the Living and the Dead is no longer cold

And falls like a crimson stage curtain 

Once again I pray 

I'm certain 

Hopefully 

I’ll stand tall like a Tolkien King 

A strong reincarnation of Aragorn

Proudly on the Tired Bridge of Broken Dreams 

With you as my newly returned queen

Living in a new scene

Beyond the shimmering barriers of The Great In-Between

In a place where my broken heart no longer screams 

As we watch the Purging on Judgement Day

Of all the Immoral and corrupted

Tainted and marked

 With the many forms of its seductive disease 

Standing strong and happy like Megara and Hercules 

Before we turn

Holding hands

And walk to a new place

Guided by a mysterious white light

Only the anointed see

Copyright John Duffy