Hold fast to what you have until I come.
You have the look of one who is alive
but the tips of your fingers have grown numb
and leprous white; you are dead. Now strive
to wake from this unfeeling ruined dream.
You slumber though a thief is at your door
whose fiery eyes command the seraphim
and readies himself for the break of war
where, at last, he will defeat the fallen stars,
the dark, and even death forevermore.
Your healing he has purchased by his scars
and by his death, the dead he will restore
to life. And though they wander, sin, and doubt
those blood-bought names he never will blot out.
Other Bible stories from Moss Kingdom:
The Cain Series: The Birth of Cain, The Crime of Cain, The Curse of Cain
Old Testament: Some He Bruises, Some He Bleeds: A Sestina on the Covenants, Noah Wakes from a Recurring Nightmare, Abram the Pagan, For the Sake of the Few, The Deception of Jacob, The Unspeakable Name, A Sound of War in the Camp, A Lament for Michal, The Rape of Tamar and the Half-life of Joy, Numbered Numbered Weighed Divided: a Rubaiyat concerning Belshazzar’s doom, Jonah, The Years the Locusts have Consumed
New Testament: What need has He for our Democracy: A poem for Peter during his lapse, Silent Saturday, Does God still have a body?, At Simon’s House
The Letters to the Churches:
Apocalypsis, Ephesus, Smyrna, Pergamum, Thyatira, Sardis, Philadelphia, Laodicea