Saturday, December 28, 2013

The Secrets of Life After Life

Ode To The Mighty Angel

"And I saw another mighty angel come down from heaven, clothed with a cloud: and a rainbow was upon his head, and his face was as it were the sun, and his feet as pillars of fire:"

I see him hang his head and shake it gently with every fumble I make.  But I’m still here said I, to the angel of patience and lovingkindness.

He sends an answer to a prayer in the feathers of his wings, the bell that rings are our tears that fall and hit the ground.  His shoulders hold the world’s sorrow and I’m still here said I, to the angel whose anguish I feel in my heart.

The spirit of he has seen through many eyes, but only once as the begotten Son of the Father who suffers us for his sake.  Forever I love you and I’m still here said I, to the angel who’s spirit I await to cleanse the sanctuary.

A blessing it is to feel his presence, and greater still that God is on His side.  His power given twice when his hand is set a second time; An angel, the son of man whom the Father will give the morning star.  You know I’m still here said I, to the angel who’s suffering is known by no man, save he who tabernacled his Spirit.

The one who was chosen, the Ark, the vessel for a comforter was needed but see, he is gone.  Forsaken we are but only for a moment, our faith will breach the space between then and the brightness of his coming – Oh yes, I am still here said I, to the angel who gathers the flock at the trumpet.

Our struggles and fears are nothing compared to the gift of life that this angel gave us.  A sacrifice, three hours of darkness then glorified he became.  I am still here said I, to the angel who in flesh overcame and conquered.

Go nation to nation and kingdom to kingdom, and tell them a love awaits.  A life was given, and perfect blood spent yet time is still left for the sinner.  Not too much longer the fruit on the vine, for the devil knows he has a short time and I am still here said I to the angel who’s worthy to open the seals.

He who was the beginning, written as the law, written IN the law;  The Word that was with God, and WAS God he was the Word made Flesh.  He is the Book of the Law, The Faithful Witness, the Healer, the Redeemer, the Book of Life; The light which is the life of men.  Please hear me.  I am still here said I, to the only angel who’s  name we are given under heaven by which we are saved.

From the stretching of time, a transgression complete; A witness beheld in a man child’s estate.  For living the pain of another in strife, a lesson is learned and a journey begun.  Can you hold on? Will you be there?  In his trials and tribulations, in his violence and his turbulence, I will be there.   Can you endure until the end? 

I call his name, I saw his face.  He lifted me, I felt his grace.  I am still here said I, to the angel who will wipe all tears from our eyes.  The mighty angel who’s kingdom will be forever and ever, Amen

Monday, December 2, 2013

The Number of a Man

Six Miles to Go

"For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways."

"The enemy that sowed them is the devil; the harvest is the end of the world; and the reapers are the angels.

41. The Son of man shall send forth his angels, and they shall gather out of his kingdom all things that offend, and them which do iniquity;"

I hear your voice saying “I Do”

It was a quiet vision given me in my sleep.  I was walking down a dirt road with a man I did not recognize.  He was maybe ten years older than me.  He had darker, short hair with grey in it.  He was wearing a very white dress shirt but no tie.  The collar was bigger than the styles you usually see today.  The first two buttons from the collar were open and the buttons at the cuffs were open, giving the sleeves a rather robe type appearance.

His pants were dress pants in white linen specked with hints of black or grey in the threads. They looked very airy and comfortable.  He was wearing loafers which were either dark brown or black and they looked worn.  The dust of the road was on them.

As we walked the man was quiet.  His hands were clasped behind his back and he walked as though we were on deep thought, leaning slightly in the direction of his forward walk.  He moved briskly but evenly and without stress.  He almost looked as if he were concentrating.

To either side of the road we walked was nothing.  You could see forever.  All the fields had been harvested, but it was still warm.  I didn’t know what was there before, it was cut so close to the ground.  Wheat?  Maybe hay.

As we walked a sign came into vision.  As we got closer I saw it was one of those green signs that tells you how close you are to the next town.  I don’t recall the name of the town, but I do recall the “8 miles”.  I turned to my companion.

“I just heard from Eddie”, he said to me quietly.  “Only six miles to go . . .”

I looked at the sign and felt I needed to correct him, “you mean eight don’t you?”

He tilted his head to the side and looked me in the eye with an expression of amusement mixed with that of a teacher correcting a student.  I replied “The sign says eight.”

The man said to me calmly “Eddie only has six miles to go” as he emphasized the word “six”.  And he smiled, almost in anticipation of seeing him.

I looked back at the sign, then looked behind me.  I looked back at my walking companion.  What was he telling me?  Six miles?  Six MONTHS?

I looked down at the dirt we were walking on.  It was powdery.  No moisture.  I turned back to my companion.  My mind raced with questions:  Does his family know?  We need to tell people!  Warn them!

My companion caught my thoughts.  He smiled with almost a fatherly smile, “Eddie’s fine.  I wouldn’t worry about him.  It’s the others you have to worry about.”  He cocked one eyebrow, “They don’t know.”

I looked at him and without speaking thought “that’s what I mean!”  But I didn’t say that because I heard what came next without his even speaking it.

“They don’t know they’re already dead.”

Ten days after that dream, on the eleventh day of the sixth month, I had another dream where I saw the same angel, standing with another angel of short, silver hair. 

They were standing, both with their arms behind their backs, in business casual stance.  Facing them was Michael, who was also dressed in white but with a black trench coat, open to see the white shirt and pants beneath it.  Michael’s hands were also behind his back, one hand clasping two fingers of the other.  He was older than what people remember him, but he was flawlessly complected.  His hair was straight and shoulder length.  His expression was stern but humble.

The angel I saw in the previous dream spoke just two sentences, instructing Michael. 

He said, “This is it.  Tell your people they have ten days”.

As Michael nodded his head forward once in response, I awoke.

Michael, son of Joseph sang about being taken under with "seven inches" in.  The angel above said that "Eddie" had "six miles".  Six is the number of a man.  There is ambiguity between the Hebrew "vav" which represents the number six, but looks like the english number seven.  

Michael's seven inches and the angel's "six miles" could be one and the same and not necessarily a time reference, or it could be both.

The prophecies of Daniel that Jesus emphasized to his disciples in Matthew 24:14 and Mark 13:14 remind us of the warning an angel gave to Daniel regarding Michael in chapter 10 of that book.

The angel told Daniel that Michael, one of the chief princes came to help him during a fight with the prince of Persia in verse 13 of Daniel 10.

The angel asked Daniel if he understood that he came from that future time in which Daniel’s visions referenced in verse 20 and in verse 21, the angel tells Daniel “"But I will shew thee that which is noted in the scripture of truth: and there is none that holdeth with me in these things, but Michael your prince."

In Daniel 21:1 we are told that Michael, the great prince will stand up and a time of trouble like there never was since there was a nation.  And at that time everyone will be delivered who is written in the book.

As it reads, Michael seems to fulfill two roles or at the very least, stands both during the last of the times of trouble, and the onset of the deliverance of God’s people.  Revelation 12 verifies this as well as he who will be revealed in his time in 2 Thessalonians 2.

And the only one we have who physically and in front of the nations was polluted and who witnessed about those who were trying to get him to “lose the man I really am” who’s name is written in the books, is Michael, son of Joseph.

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

The Spectator Will Become The Witness

The Call For Help

"That innocent blood be not shed in thy land, which the Lord thy God giveth thee for an inheritance, and so blood be upon thee."

"Moreover Manasseh shed innocent blood very much, till he had filled Jerusalem from one end to another; beside his sin wherewith he made Judah to sin, in doing that which was evil in the sight of the Lord."

Got To Be There

In a dream, I was in my basement office. I was working on my computer and for some reason I get up to check the room next to me which had stairs to the first floor.  Everything is in disarray which is not the way I usually keep things.

I go upstairs and there is this completely torn apart deer on the steps. It was a young deer. There was a leg here, a tail there, part of a hip on another step and even a face of a deer, like a mask with eyeholes, but it was the face of a deer.  I was horrified, but I kept going to the door at the top of the stairs.

Horrified, I climb the steps over this torn apart deer. I'm suddenly uncomfortable staying in the basement.

I open the door to the first floor and enter the dining/living area. There waiting for me are two adult deer, one male, one female . . . and eight younger deer. They are all looking at me and they are all gathering around me.

I back against the wall. They look angry, but not at me. Something killed the one on the steps but they know it wasn't me.

I slide along the wall toward the front door. I don't know what they want from me. They are looking at me, snorting at me, trying to talk to me.

I get to the front door and they are moving in on me. I'm thinking they want to leave so I open the front door and hold it open for them, staying against the wall.

They don't move. They just look at me. The father moves toward me and keeps ducking his head.

Finally, I go out the front door, hoping to draw them outside. They follow. But they don't leave. They are looking at me, their lips curling as if they are trying to tell me something.

I look at them, helpless. Now I'm afraid. The father comes toward me with his head bowed, and pushes his antler into my hip, drying to push me away from the door. He wants me to go somewhere.

I finally slip back toward the front door, run inside real quick and shut the door.

When I awake, I know exactly who the family of deer symbolized and I know the identity of the deer that was torn apart on the steps.

“Michael” the movie – John “Travolta”

"After Sparky is hit by a truck and killed, Michael brings him back to life. In the process he uses up his allotment of miracles and begins to weaken. The group reaches Chicago just in time for Michael to see the Sears Tower (which he has always wanted to see) before disappearing. After Frank and Dorothy go their separate ways, Michael returns one more time (this time with Pansy in tow) and successfully gets Frank and Dorothy back together for good." - Wikipedia

In the Movie, Michael begins to “weaken” before he visits the “Tower”.  He “disappears”, then comes back “one more time”.

Michael Jackson
"An Angel Came to Me"

"Last night, an angel came to me
I was cryin' alone
My heart was bleeding
Last night, an angel came to me
I was cryin' alone
My mind was dying
God have mercy
Stop them destroying me

An angel came to me
To save my life
Listen to his voice
Please hear his soul
This angel came to me
To save me

Last night, an angel came to me
I was doing wrong (x2)
Last night, an angel came to me
I was sleepin' wrong (x2)
God have mercy
Stop them destroying me

An angel came to me
To forgive me
Listen to his prayers
Please feel his love
This angel came to me
God saved me

An angel came to me
To fulfill his prophecy
He listened to my prayers
Please feel my love
This angel came to me
I recognized him

Source, Metrolyrics

He called for help.  You heard him – but did you listen?  Are you still in denial?  How long will you keep your ears covered?  How long will you look away?  How long will you trash his message for which he was tormented, to get to you?

"3 He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not."

When I saw the angel, I recognized him.  When he kissed my tear-drenched cheek, I recognized him.  When he stood in the open doorway in my dreams, I recognized him.

When I prayed and asked for his pain, I didn’t know why, but my heart recognized him because it was the Spirit that prompted my prayer for him.

How long will you continue to watch and applaud as they make booty of him, denying they tortured him to make a proselyte out of him?  How long will you call yourselves “love” while glossing over the revelation of his torture in his lyrics?

How long?

"5 Now therefore, what have I here, saith the Lord, that my people is taken away for nought? they that rule over them make them to howl, saith the Lord; and my name continually every day is blasphemed.

6 Therefore my people shall know my name: therefore they shall know in that day that I am he that doth speak: behold, it is I."

His name has been obscured and hidden, blasphemed because His people do not know it.  They that keep His name from them fear the power of it.

"10 The Lord hath made bare his holy arm in the eyes of all the nations; and all the ends of the earth shall see the salvation of our God.

11 Depart ye, depart ye, go ye out from thence, touch no unclean thing; go ye out of the midst of her; be ye clean, that bear the vessels of the Lord.

12 For ye shall not go out with haste, nor go by flight: for the Lord will go before you; and the God of Israel will be your reward.

13 Behold, my servant shall deal prudently, he shall be exalted and extolled, and be very high.

14 As many were astonied at thee; his visage was so marred more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men:

15 So shall he sprinkle many nations; the kings shall shut their mouths at him: for that which had not been told them shall they see; and that which they had not heard shall they consider."

Jesus thanked his Father in heaven that knowledge was withheld from the wise and given to babes in Matthew 11:25 for he knew what the men of old would do .

"Who hath believed our report? and to whom is the arm of the Lord revealed?" Asks Isaiah 53:1!

"He was taken from prison and from judgment: and who shall declare his generation? for he was cut off out of the land of the living: for the transgression of my people was he stricken." Asks Isaiah 53:8!

Who will declare?  Who will admit?  Who will recognize a king they do not know?

"Yet it pleased the Lord to bruise him; he hath put him to grief: when thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin, he shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of the Lord shall prosper in his hand.

11 He shall see of the travail of his soul, and shall be satisfied: by his knowledge shall my righteous servant justify many; for he shall bear their iniquities." - Says Isaiah 53:10-11

What lies yet to be uncovered?  What deceptions remain and lie in wait for the vessel of he whom Michael, the devil and the body of Moses foreshadow in Jude 1?

Why has the Name of the LORD been hidden from us?  What power are they keeping from you when the scripture reveals us to call upon his name to be saved?

What is the role of Michael in the Bible?

The deceivers so want you to get this one wrong.

And our Father in heaven will open your eyes, The Lord will go before us out of her; and the cleansing of the sanctuary will go as the call of the last trumpet.  And the spectator will become the witness.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Open Your Heart, He Opens The Eyes

The Opening of The Eyes

"And he sought God in the days of Zechariah, who had understanding in the visions of God: and as long as he sought the Lord, God made him to prosper."

After the prayer of the day asking for his pain, and the prayer of the evening, asking God why he didn’t protect him and getting the kiss on the cheek in answer to that prayer, I fell asleep and dreamed a dream that would start my journey in earnest.  From “The Knock on the Door”, God told me he would put me to use.  I was unaware yet how He would use me.  But this dream told me:

I was sitting on a sofa in a lady’s house in this sleeping vision; A lady I knew from church.  my sister and brother were also in there but not as adults.  They were children again . . .
It was Christmas time and the house inside was decorated and beautiful. The Christmas tree was big and filled with ornaments; it reached to the top of the two story windows in the great room which the windows themselves were dressed with lace and some gauzy material. 

I had never been in this lady’s house before.  This lady gave my sister and brother a present.  Both were some type of mechanical animal that did things.  One was a cat that arched it’s back and meowed on a platform.  The other gift was a dog that flipped and did tricks and barked.

Then the lady pointed to a present and looked at me, who sat watching all this.  I  shook my head no, with a shy smile on my face, because I didn’t think I deserved a present.  I wasn’t expecting one and I didn’t want the lady to THINK I was expecting one. 
The lady took one wrapped gift of this clear, see-through plastic bag and handed it to me.

The present was a round box much like one of those old fashioned hat boxes . . . only smaller and deeper.  It was beautiful red with gold and silver, glittery piping on it.  A ribbon joined the stripes at the top of the same color. 

The lid of the box came off easily and I reached in.  I pulled out a small, stuffed dog with a red collar and a gold chain that was attached to . . . .
I pulled out a slightly larger dog, this one a different color, with a silver collar and gold chain attached to yet a third, larger dog still.  He was a black and silver German Sheppard with his tongue hanging out, almost smiling.

I held the dogs up stretched out on their chains, so they were all level, and I inspected them.  They were beautiful.  Three dogs, for the Son, Father and Holy Spirit.  I hugged them tightly to me. 

Then I heard a voice tell me “Now that your gifts are out of the box, you need to take the chains off of them so I can put them to work.

The vision I awoke with was one of the snapshots this woman took of my siblings and I posing with one of the shepherds who was full grown in the picture.  It was another picture from my childhood.  I remembered the room and the dog from my childhood, and I remember posing for the picture, but I did not remember the rat in the photo, just behind the dog near the heating unit.  The woman seemed to take a certain amusement in the shock on my face.

As I completely awoke, a vision of the picture the man child drew; a self portrait when he was a child, curled into a corner holding a microphone with a fearful expression on his face.  His expression and posture revealed a child who was recoiling from abuse.

The words “child in the wings” came to me just then and I thought about the enigma of him, the “Maverick in the spotlight, child in the wings” and that first “poem” for him came to me.  A few days later, I was given “Feathers on the Wind”.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Jesus Has Overcome - The Victory is Won

Faith Will Be Our Eyes

"Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen."

Faith Shall Be My Eyes

Some people say that faith is what we give God in order to receive Him.  I believe that faith is actually a gift God has already given us that we need to work to discover; like a road we don’t yet know that will take us to a destination.  When we seek God, he gives us direction.  When we go off the road, He does something to put us back on it.  The more we trust him, the easier and more clear the road he put us on.

"Through faith we understand that the worlds were framed by the word of God, so that things which are seen were not made of things which do appear."

That is fascinating – so that things which are seen were not made of things which do appear.  Another way of saying that all creation will testify in that day in which the “mystery of God should be finished” in the day of the “voice of the seventh angel”.

"By faith Enoch was translated that he should not see death; and was not found, because God had translated him: for before his translation he had this testimony, that he pleased God.  6. But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him."

What happened to Enoch will happen to we who have not yet died when this occurs.  Some will call this event the Rapture, others call it the “gathering up”.  Regardless of what you call it, some of us will not “sleep but we will all be changed”.  The dead shall be raised incorruptible and we shall be changed “at the last trump when the trumpet is sounded” – by the seventh angel as told in Revelation 10:7.

Jesus tells his disciples in the much quoted Matthew 24:29, that he does not come until the end of the tribulation.  We are told again by Jesus in Mark 13:24.

From Psalms 110:5 through Revelation 6:17 we are told about the “day of wrath” of the Lord.  In Revelation 6:12-17 we learn that this happens between the opening of the 6th and 7th seal.  In Revelation 8 , the opening of the seventh seal reveals the ½ hour silence in heaven and the trumpets of the angels.

The signs of the seventh seal and the 6th trumpet match.  The seventh Angel sounds in Revelation 10:7 when the mysteries of God are finished.  It is the seven vials, after the seals and trumpets which contain the “wrath of God”.  These things those who love God will escape. They are described in Revelation 16.

The seven seals and the seven trumpets appear to overlap if you read the signs given.  But the day of wrath is the “great and terrible day of the Lord” in which the faithful and lovers of Christ will be taken from.  Not the whole tribulation as some churches teach.

We are told by Jesus himself he does not return until after the “tribulation of those days”.  We are further shown this in  the second chapter of Joel:

"The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and terrible day of the Lord come.  32 And it shall come to pass, that whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be delivered: for in mount Zion and in Jerusalem shall be deliverance, as the Lord hath said, and in the remnant whom the Lord shall call."

BEFORE the great and terrible day this particular sign Joel speaks of is found in Revelation 6:

"12 And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo, there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood;

13 And the stars of heaven fell unto the earth, even as a fig tree casteth her untimely figs, when she is shaken of a mighty wind.

14 And the heaven departed as a scroll when it is rolled together; and every mountain and island were moved out of their places.

15 And the kings of the earth, and the great men, and the rich men, and the chief captains, and the mighty men, and every bondman, and every free man, hid themselves in the dens and in the rocks of the mountains;

16 And said to the mountains and rocks, Fall on us, and hide us from the face of him that sitteth on the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb:

17 For the great day of his wrath is come; and who shall be able to stand?"

We are assured in His Word, the truth from those who have worked for centuries to devise deceits.  Only those sleeping In the dust of the earth will escape tribulation.   If you have been told  you will be raptured before the tribulation, you now know that this is Biblically wrong.  We covered the origins of this teaching in “I Just Want You To Recognize Me In the Temple” back in July of this year.

It originates from the same who teach that there will be two messiah’s in the end days who will usher in a messianic kingdom on earth and who denounce Jesus as the Christ.

Question #1: - Why would they want you to believe that Jesus will return pre-tribulation if they don’t even accept Jesus as Christ?

Question #2: - And why would they denounce Christ on the basis of him dying before he completed the “required” milestones for “messiah” yet give that title to ben Joseph who will also die before completing the same?

Question #3: - Why would the Talmud teach that there will be two messiah’s that just happen to fulfill the Revelation’s beast and false prophet?

I have had the same accusations and scoffing thrown at myself and this blog that they tried to throw at Jesus, who also never attended a theological seminary or had a wall framed in degrees from schools.

The Spirit interprets Scripture to the individual seeking the truth, for the love of God.  The Scripture also interprets scripture through the same.  You can recite every verse in the Bible and still not understand it, if you are trying to interpret through man-made doctrine instead of through the Spirit.

You do not have to know everything in the Bible to get to heaven.  You don’t even have to own a Bible to get to heaven.  All you have to do is love God more than yourself, put Christ before your own desires, love him just as he loved you, and turn your life over to him.  He’s already shown you in death that he did that for you.  Longing for the truth will then be a revelation between you and God, as you are designed to receive.

If you are reading this, count yourself among the blessed, because the verses are right there, linked in blue for you to investigate for yourself.

Faith grows from there, with consistent development of a relationship with your Lord and Savior, who is already and has been one with God.

Eyes of Faith

Running through the house of halls
Closed doors line unending walls
Evil follows from behind
For my everlasting soul to bind

Swiftly I run door to door
Through empty rooms on helpless floors
Never dare to look behind
Lest my fleeing soul they find

Another room another door
More long halls, more cold floors
Running, opening, through and close
Down halls, through rooms my soul goes

Through one door and this I see?
One door finally, open before me
In that room I see him stand
In white robes, the Son of Man

Stop before the open door
I feel his love, but I want more
Evil just beyond my sight
For my everlasting soul they fight

Turn to see them I do not dare
My eyes fixed to Him in there
Move to touch him as I fall
Righteous need I start to crawl

Growing burdens hold me down
Weighted as I move around
Son of Man is watching me
His loving eyes are all I see

Progress slow and aching pain
I cross the threshold not in vain
Feel his presence fill the room
The church-bride sees her promised groom

Inches only now I see
I stretch to touch his feet, I’m free
Light of love and rapture gave
From he who did defeat the grave

Lifted up into his arms
Spirits meld I feel the warmth
I smile into his loving face
As the evil ones retreat from grace

“I love you” I said without speech
The power of love mends the breach
Jesus Smiles, our spirits one
God the Father, God the Son

I asked of him please don’t go
And leave me here to fight alone
Without a sound he said to me
My child just keep the faith?

Bonnie Cox © 2010 All Rights Reserved

Friday, November 1, 2013

Feathers On the Wind

My First Feather

Psalm 91:4
"He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler."

After "Child in the Wings" I had written a couple other poems in late 2009 that I first shared on Facebook pages of those who also seemed to be in mourning.  I had yet to come to grasp who it was we actually lost momentarily, but my sentiment was, he took hope with him.

I had yet to come across his Bible study notes, I had yet to really dig into his song lyrics.  Each poem was written in tears.

As it did with "Child in the Wings" , "Feathers" just came.  I did not publish it to a blog until after I had opened one here in January of 2010.

What this reminded me of when I finally stopped writing and started reading through it was the Bible verse from Matthew:

Matthew 27:29
"And when they had platted a crown of thorns, they put it upon his head, and a reed in his right hand: and they bowed the knee before him, and mocked him, saying, Hail, King of the Jews!"

And of this one from Revelation:

Revelation 6:2
"And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer."

The verse in Matthew, Christ was given a crown and mocked as "King of the Jews".  In Revelation, the false one is given a crown to go forth and conquer.  Little did I know at the time that both these passages would apply to Michael as those who "handed him his crown" and had "chosen" him would first mock him, take him out of the way, then bring him back with a changed mind and an agenda foretold in Revelation at the opening of  the first seal.

Upon the writing and publishing of this poem back in 2009 on one of the Michael Jackson fan group FaceBook pages, I came in contact of my first "feather".  I now have three, still taped to the frame of my monitor.

Feathers on the Wind

Did anyone ever hear him
Through the rush of angels wings
Did anybody see him
Through the feathers on the wind?

Did any of you care
That he was going down
By the workers of iniquity
Who handed him his crown

Would any of us help him
If he were here today
Could you cry for him
Can you recall his name

Did anyone believe him
When in danger he cried out
Paper twisted ruthless lies
In a mirage of doubt

A shadow of his former fame
Sequestered in his hell
Strangers playing ruthless games
He withers in his cell

Second coming so said they
Who handed him his name
“This is It”, then came the day
His fate became the same

Then the world would ask them
You really did not see?
The shadow of his former fame
Driven to his knees?

A final feather’s breath he sighed
Before his spirit flew
The angels wings reaching high
The former fame renewed

The world again will never know
An angel of this feather
The wings of he will never grow
On the shoulders of another

So if you ever see him
That feather from his wing
Lighting on your shoulder
And sudden hear him sing

Remember you can hear him
Through the rush of angels wings
Rejoice because you see him
That feather on the wind

Poem © Bonnie Cox, 2009