An Epistle From One Who Loved You
Were there not prophecies, too?
And revelations new every morning?
As if awoken from sleep, still grasped.
Such lessons to learn and such lovely words.
Disciples side-by-side, arm-in-arm, like cedar trees,
Interlocked, standing firm, upright in the noonday sun,
Smiles for everyone along the dusty roads...
Yes, I remember, with a glad heart within me,
We chosen few, adopted sons of the Most High,
Spirit-filled and Spirit-blessed... Yet time took your souls, yes, one-by-one,
While I must kneel in prayer alone,
Youth departed, now as old as time,
No mountains dare this body climb...
I miss you all, my brethren,
Now absent from this Earthly life,
Your faith, your strength, your courage,
Your wondrous outstanding love...
I would join you yonder, where angels fly above,
Yet every day I ponder. Lord, is my faith enough? And then Christ came, He spoke to me...
New prophecies revealed for future years,
Time and times again, unfolding scrolls,
Beneath the sun, the moon and stars,
Engulfed within their circuits, waiting...
Their canvas like a sparkling backdrop,
A spreading curtain framing all below.
Once written, I shall join you, brothers.
Receive me then, with that steadfast love,
That treasure trove, our treasure trove on Earth...