We often see most clearly where we are in history by the poems that fit the times. This short one seems to have a good handle on where we are. Yahuah is letting the wicked rulers of the world have their big day. Lunacy and madness rule America. Insanity. Civil war is unavoidable unless righteousness, through a miracle of Yahuah, comes to the people. I had the vision of the great destruction, and Yahuah spoke saying He comes to separate the Righteous from the unrighteous. It’s here, and the violence will become utterly relentless and overpowering. We are only at the very softest of baby steps into the morass that we are dropping into.
I’m sorry, and wish I had a pretty picture to paint for all of us. Heaven does await the saved, and that will be good, but on our way to heaven, a bit of hell.
O for a voice like thunder, and a tongue
To drown the throat of war! – When the senses
Are shaken, and the soul is driven to madness,
Who can stand? When the souls of the oppressed
Fight in the troubled air that rages, who can stand?
When the whirlwind of fury comes from the
Throne of god, when the frowns of his countenance
Drive the nations together, who can stand?
When Sin claps his broad wings over the battle,
And sails rejoicing in the flood of Death;
When souls are torn to everlasting fire,
And fiends of Hell rejoice upon the slain.
Who can stand? O who hath caused this?
O who can answer at the throne of God?
The Kings and Nobles of the Land have done it!
Hear it not, Heaven, thy Ministers have done it!
“Prologue,” Poetical Sketches (1783) by William Blake (1757-1827)
