And I saw an angel climbing down from heaven,
With a trumpet in one hand, and a bowl in another.
His wings were flaming, and eyes -piercing and raven.
''I'm the seventh angel carrying the will of our Father, ''
He said, ''Before long you'll hearken to the seventh trumpet,
Witnessing thunder & lightning, a hailstrom and an earthquake.
Each mortal will fear greatly, feeling like a hand-puppet,
And then the time comes for the dead to be wide awake
To be judged, and the time to reward the prophets and the saints
And to destroy the beast worshippers who destroy the earth.''
I watched him flew up, and the sky looked as a set of paints,
And I wished I could rejoice in Christ's reign after rebirth.
Aram Stefanian
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-seventh-angel/
