apocalypse poem #2 (longing for apocalypse)

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
& 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

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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30 Responses to apocalypse poem #2 (longing for apocalypse)

  1. Bruce Ruston says:

    Really liking how you ended this Susan

  2. Trent Lewin says:

    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.

      • Trent Lewin says:

        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 😉

          • Trent Lewin says:

            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.

  3. Mama Zen says:

    Gorgeously layered piece!

  4. ruleofstupid says:

    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!

  5. mobius faith says:

    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 😉

  6. nelle says:

    Or perhaps discover the enlightenment needed to upgrade.

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  8. Rw Reed says:

    I enjoyed this very much! Wonderful verse that forces introspective thought. Thank you.

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  13. 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. 🙂

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