The Seven Bowls

Then I heard a loud voice from the temple telling the seven angels, "Go and pour out on the earth the seven bowls of the wrath of God." Rev 16:1

God buffets to waken Babylon the Great From her self-satisfied sanctimonious weight To shake and rattle and to de-create To awaken the lost from her slumber.

Unmoved she continues to rage and cry Of the unjust hardness of life under the sky Never considering, to think to ask why She is never satisfied with the plunder

And so the predatory harlot she plays Stalking her lovers as a lioness does prey To receive in due time her punishment that day Announced by Thrice Throned Thunder

My foundations the Lord's lightening shakes My Great Pride splits in thirds with shattering soulquakes-- Cursing while hail falls upon my brow to break That I may receive the finished wonder.

(c) Randy Edwards #poetry #sonnet #christian #devotional #Revelation