Cacophonous and
Thunderous,
O World of Mine
Rending and
Reaping with your
Screeching and
Shrieking,
Tending to the
Flocks of your
Dead souls.
Having sacrificed and
Saved
O God of Mine,
By descending and
Ascending to tend the
Flocks of Your
Blessed souls.
What are we to do with
The newly dying,
Lying dormant between
Prayerless tombs and
Pleas for help?
Help us open their ears,
Eternal One,
To the sound of Your mystical silence,
For the final hour comes!
Icon of the Apocalypse of St. John the Divine