Spiritual Poetry posted November 19, 2024


A vision of the end of the world

Judgement

by estory

As the world grinds to a halt
We find ourselves standing
In fields of winter wheat.
On a wind from the north
 
Comes the proclamation of the angel,
The sweep of the scythe
And the crack of an earthquake.
What breaks over the horizon
 
Cuts the Earth down to size
Like a blizzard or meteor
Clearing the landscape away.
The sky rolls up like a scroll
 
And the dust slowly settles.
A man comes towards us,
Carrying a shepherd's staff.
The world we once lived on
 
Grows darker and darker,
Heaped up with graves.
On the slopes at his feet
The dead come back to life.




The day of judgement is that threshold moment, when all the past, with the accumulated history of triumph and tragedy contained in it, is swept away to make way for a new world. I wanted to create a sense of the uncertain shifting of the ground under our feet by having three lines come to a stop and then start a new movement at the end of each stanza, forcing the reader to rebalance. The images are those classic images from Revelations of the wheat ready for harvest, the earthquakes and hail sweeping away what was. I see the day of judgement as a process of purification in some way, as much as a leap of faith into a new kind of life. estory
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