. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The Monologue of Father Bartholomew

Sunday, May 14, 2023

The Monologue of Father Bartholomew

 


(A lone voice whispers)


If I could reveal things 

You've never seen


Which is to come


Visions


Gained from The Black Books of Secreta


Here in The Great In-Between


I'd have to burn my sacred oath 

Made to Saint Malachy


A pledge made 

In The Grand Theatre of Sper 


Visions so heavenly  

So celestial 


But dark


To speak of such things

Would be treasonous

Would be to break it


But know this


The Black Books of Secreta

Here in The Great In-Between


Whisper of Darkness

Coming


The Fall of All 

You know


But also of a glorious light


To push back the darkest of nights


So wear your faith

As your shield


Pray and never be tempted to yield


For the Four Horseman of The Apocalypse


Have started to ride 

In the lower Dimensions Fields


Find a holy place 

Fill it with grace


Deep inside

To prepare


For dark water rises


For strange things 

Grow in power


As the Veil of Aquarius is slightly lifted


Even if you know

What's changed or shifted


Even if you're gifted


Dark gods have taken over the minds of some men


Now dark souls 


Who shun the powers of prayer and amen


But there is still 

A light to be found


A candle to be lit


A voice to soothe

With its profound sound


Peace to be shared

If you're open to give


As you still live


The Black Books of Secreta carries your name 


You know


Lists all you do and say


If I can read it

So can the Principalities


Hidden 

Embedded in the world's many shadows

And sideshows


So do more:


Eph. 6. [12] 


For we wrestle not against flesh and blood,


but against principalities, 


against powers, 


against the rulers of the darkness of this world,


against spiritual wickedness in high places.


Do more 

So I can help you to


Amare Vita (L)


Love life

 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy


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