The Prophet

About someone I don't know, but who I know is at peace.

  1. I trot once more, but my vessel no longer can bear the strain.
  2. For forty days and forty nights I have sailed the seas of sand.
  3. Yet even in the searing of the day it is woefully dark.
  4. Paradox wrings control of my mind.
  5. No water has touched my lips, no bread has slid down my parched gullet.
  6. Yet even still I walked, the Word of the Lord my bread, His Spirit the firm foundation and the rock from which living waters have sprung forth.
  7. My hands buffer my jagged descent and meet the flaming kiss of the desert sands.
  8. I hear that I am without hope, but whoever speaks is a liar.
  9. I know my promise.
  10. The anchor that I have clutched onto as the will of the waves has sworn with a bloodcurdling gravel to devour me whole.
  11. Still I am, in the jaws of the beast.
  12. Yes I know my promise: that a day draws near when God shall be with us, Emmanuel. I will dine with Him, we will speak face-to-face, and by some means this vessel of flesh shall endure to testify and to proclaim the Word of the Lord. A glorious blessing-- I thank You Father.
  13. I stagger to my feet. "A little longer," He says.
  14. His Word drips like honey, covers me like a spotless robe. Peace is with me.
  15. Yet-- with the sweetness of honey a bitterness is company. Something hidden from me. Just a little longer.
  16. I open my eyes.
  17. Vision floods my mind. The material and spiritual in strange, harmonic union.
  18. Though something is hidden from me there is no veil over my eyes.
  19. In the distance I see something I haven't in too long to recall. A man in the physical world.
  20. Upon the fabric of my soul a message is written. Once again my spirit springs to speak.
  21. My pace quickens from stagger to walk, but as I grow closer he becomes no more clear.
  22. As I draw near he notices me, he turns to meet my gaze. But I no longer know where his gaze is, or how many of him there are.
  23. Life comes forth from my lips. Breath for his benefit. A gift.
  24. I know not his response, as I recognize I have given the last of myself, like the sweet serenade, the fond farewell with which a melody departs.
  25. In the blink of an eye, I am absent from the body and present with the Lord.
  26. O, Glorious!

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