the Millerites,
tired of waiting
for the second Advent,
said Christ
needed to be persuaded,
prayed down
from the clouds–
their faith a ladder
for His descent, a new Jacob’s
if you listen hard,
over 100 years later
you can still feel their prayers
echoing
& braided into new ones
a tether of longing
leashing heaven
to earth
but the ladder is empty
of descending
winged feet
& respects faith
if not the timetables
of men
& God waits still
for someone new
to wrestle
Him down
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Really liking how you ended this Susan
Thanks, Bruce!
It’s the thunderous approach of those someone’s that has me bothered Susan. This is good and apocalyptic. Sometimes, I think, you just have to burn the temple down.
Cool–I’ll bring the matches if you bring the kerosene.
Coincidentally, I have some lab-grade jugs of toluene lying around. They should do the trick. I like the way you’re thinking.
Trent–that is awesome and should do the trick, but I am wondering where you have that–hopefully not in your basement near some wiring that could spark 😉
No no, it sits in a lab in a well-ventilated chemical storage cabinet. I can also secure some isopentane, which is neat stuff. So volatile that you can watch it evaporate, it’s like magic. Highly explosive too. It’s actually a component of gasoline.
Whew! As long as it is properly cared for, it’s all good. Oh, goodness, that stuff is in Aquafresh & Sensodyne–just saw that on a quick search online. Yikes. Talk about an explosive smile. Hahaha–sure it is just there in teeny, tiny amounts.
Oh. I didn’t know that. A little scary actually, but I agree, must be there in trace quantities. I hope.
Gorgeously layered piece!
Mama, thank you!
I think he’s already down here, split into 12 billion pieces, 12b+1, 12b+2, 12b+3…
(Oh, and he’s a she! 😉 )
😉 love the comment, Mike–Keep ’em coming! I am too indoctrinated as a baptist to call Her Her, but I do think God is beyond any concept we might have of gender. I love Trent’s take on it from a day ago, if you have not seen it, you should–it’s brilliant!
Sheesh you sent me to the dictionary of religious anachronism with this one. Had to look up the “millerites” After reading about “The Great Disappointment” I understood why I’ve not heard of them before. Great poem. I learned something new.
Thanks, Terry. I found their story fascinating, when I tripped over it doing research for this apocalyptic thing. Thought they deserved their own poem, all by themselves 😉
Or perhaps discover the enlightenment needed to upgrade.
that too…
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I enjoyed this very much! Wonderful verse that forces introspective thought. Thank you.
Thank you, Rw. Glad you liked!
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This reminds me of the play ‘Waiting for Gordo’. We nknow not when the Lord shall appear. Not even the Son. This is excellent, Susan. 🙂
Thanks, Celestine! I agree, it has that feel, but now I shall be walking around all day, thinking of how “hanging might produce an erection.” Shame on my filthy mind!
No, not filthy. It is an expressive mind. 🙂
Hahaha–but sometimes a little naughty 😉
You are only adding spicemy dear.
and we need that little bit of heat to tease the palate, don’t we… Thanks much, again!