By Yasen Vedrin
(The Copper Bowl)
The Word of God is true and upright,
And let it be to all made clear:
Either a goat on left in twilight,
Or sheep on right with Him draw near!
The time will come for King's decreeing,
To call to mind His words of old,
And over all of human being
The fateful, heavy judge unfold.
To tell the sheep with faithful voice:
"Come here, most blessed ones, rejoice!
With Love your giving hands were burning
In years of cold and bitter yearning.
For most essential food and living
The wretched soul was sowed in giving.
The King was never left unfed,
And never thirsty on His bed!
You clothed Him with a garment warm,
And visited His prison storm.
You were His comfort, pure and bright,
His Holy Bride in fields of light…"
To tell the goats with angry face:
"Depart from Me, accursed race!
For you have horns that have been driven
Into the hands that King was given!
You turned My Bread into a stone.
You sold My blessings as your own.
And let the hellish fire and flame
Be your harsh sentence and your shame.
For midst your flock the King has met
No Mercy and no Grace as yet,
But like a dog you drove Him out,
Across the earth with hate and shout…"
What wailing cry will start to rise
After the King's true words and sighs?
Volcanoes made of wrath will shatter
The barren, blackened hearts that chatter.
The pit of hell will open wide
To swallow all of them inside,
For pathways to the shining space
Are never made for goats to trace…
But in a Heavenly Flash, the True
Will see Eternal borders view,
Where Lord remains their song and light,
And Spirit fills their robes of white.
Because each mortal will receive
A destiny that fits their grace.
Either a goat on left to grieve,
Or sheep on right in the right place…
No comments:
Post a Comment