Apocalypse 2017, poem by Stephen Price

These are just the kinds of times that call forth the inspiration of apocalyptic writing. Stephen Price, frequent contributor here is channeling the essence of this form — not of prophesy but of description of the times. Try reading it aloud for the full impact.

And the angel took me
and showed me
a nation torn apart by the hatred
of those who could not acknowledge their brothers and sisters.
They gathered in the streets
accompanied by a makeshift militia armed with assault rifles and hand guns
They had dressed themselves in helmets, elbow pads and sap gloves
they carried baseball bats
for they had come to wage war, not to demonstrate
And they screamed, “don’t hurt me” as they attacked unarmed people

They attacked those who disagreed with them
who sought peacefully to call them to repentance
They drove iron chariots into crowds of innocents
and some of the innocents died.

And I saw slick spokespeople
speaking of hatred and violence being “on all sides”
while others excused the actions of “disaffected young white men”
There were many who were deceived

I saw the saints gathered in a line
faced off against the militia of darkness
Their faces glowed as they sang
“let our light so shine that they may see our good works
and glorify our God who is in heaven”
or was it
“This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine”?

While far away I saw
two men, faces puffed and angry
screaming words of distain at one another
while reaching for fire and fury to hurl at one another
to prove they were not afraid
not caring that such would destroy millions

And I said from beneath my pillow
O spirit, this is too much for me to bear
Can these things not be changed? Or are they doomed to come?
Let me wake from this evil dream.

And I heard a voice
like unto the Son of Man
These things are already here
pull your head from your….pillow
and take up your cross and follow Me.
For if they are not to destroy you all
it is time
to stand up
in My Name
to be willing
to lay your life and body down
To risk everything for the Kingdom

Then the saints sang louder
reaching out their hands, inviting me to join them
And I had to decide

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10 Responses to Apocalypse 2017, poem by Stephen Price

  1. Nathaniel C. Emens says:

    Now I have a question. I am now 90 years old – Now should I go out on the streets and protest
    or should I get up during a church service from my pew and read this out loud?

  2. Barbara VanAusdall says:

    Why does this all seem too familiar, breaking into even the most remote peace within my aging soul, screaming, “All we are saying is Give Peace a Chance!”

    Beautifully written, Stephen.

  3. Stephen Price says:

    I am grateful for the kind words. This whole thing has been weighing heavily on me, as I know it has for many others.
    Nathaniel, I agree with Maren’s instinct about speaking two people who know and trust you.

  4. dabar96 says:

    “And I had to decide.”

    5 words, 1 thought, 1 world. What’ll it be?

  5. darla ledger says:

    I would like to use this as our contemporary reading this week. How can I secure permission to use from Stephen??? This is excellent. I really like how it reads like Revelation…

  6. Being a Kiwi I hesitate to comment on posts set in a US context but I think this piece is superb in the way it extends the messages of ‘Revelation’ beyond its time and context to our time and our context – and our context is global.

  7. Maren says:

    Thank you, Rosalie — I will pass on to Stephen.

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