The Seventh Trumpet: Soliloquy of Souls

The Seventh Trumpet: Soliloquy of Souls

Let us gather once more together where we began.
All of us sworn, all of us silent, all of us waiting—
For the resonance of the Coming One,
As the veil begins to tremble and vibrate,
The nearness so immanent the very frequency shifts,
Oscillating from one rotation to the next, never static.

The Eternal One keeps vigil over His purpose perpetually.
The gateway stands welded shut, a dome over creation,
Yet soon it shall be shorn in two entirely.
The times, and the times before, have borne witness.

Things buried among the bones of the past,
Recurring motifs played out like weary Shakespearean sonnets—
Retold so often the iambic fabric strains to adapt.
So too with this present reality.

Hidden in chosen exile, happy in stupefaction—
How lonely you have become, and still you do not see
How much I see your souls, shriveled as desert-baked earth,
Emotion sacrificed simply to survive the hopelessness of life.

Still, choices have ever been made, Beloveds.
They begin small and bloom large, and without honesty
No hand is stilled or stayed.
All the pain we see now will be as nothing.

The cruelty of those days…
Woe to women and nursing mothers with babes; woe indeed.
Let them not go down to their houses to grab a diaper bag,
Nor turn to tell a husband—just flee.
Run into the hills and take shelter among the stones.

Alas, if those days were not cut short, none would survive.
Yet for the sake of the elect, the days will be shortened.

All is as it shall ever be, and we return to the home where we were born—
By careful design, by meticulous architecture, Beloveds.
We are formed so uniquely and individually it beggars comprehension,
That such a Teacher could instruct the entirety of creation at once,
Through every varied stage of life’s hurdles.

It is upon us now. I can feel it here—
Within the Temple where the Glory resides.
The smoke of His presence has shielded our eyes for mercy,
In this most intimate, final hour—
The breath before breath is spent.

Be still and listen.
Learn and Love.
Amen,
Star-Dust