[Suzerain of Sheol]

One of my more religiously-themed poems, and also one of my favorites.

Thaumatology

I stood and watched Megiddo go to seed,
yet still I found the world unworthy of the taste of light.
And following no star as the night loomed empty,
I wandered in ruins, wondering at the fantasies of dust.

I stood amid the rainfall on the Dies Irae,
bleeding steam as Heaven's water lashed my wounds.
And with no murmured prayer for all that would be lost,
I closed my eyes to deny the day its witness.

I stood and marveled in the avenues of Eden,
recalling awe in the silence of a sigh.
And for no purpose than my own succession,
I knelt and searched the earth for a surviving blade of grass.

I stood alone with the Chiliasm's dusk,
finding no friend in the nomad wind.
And uncaring for the cost, for things I had cherished,
I breathed deep of the new creation's ivory air.

I stood and studied the horizons of Gehenna,
hoping for the company of saints.
And looking north, I saw two trees,
with branches gnarled like lovers' hands.

And between them,
like the cords of an angel's harp,
were hung all the children of God.