Flowers Of John’s Apocalypse Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

I found myself in the island called Patmos
to preach the word of God, the testimony of Jesus
and here, for his name, I bear sufferings and tolerate;
I get not tired, I know what fate is, I know my poverty,
but I'm rich. The other person said, 'I gained a fortune'
but he didn’t know he was a miserable, a poor one,
even a pitiful, a blind without a piece of cloth to wear.

It’s my own fault that I left the first love,
they say I’m alive but I act as if I was already dead.
Yet, I’m not afraid of the passions ahead to experience,
my last works surpass those when I started,
the second death will not be unfair against the winner.

Do you love me? Try me, assess me harshly.
I wash my dresses,
I blanch them with the blood of the Lamb
who is seated on the throne.
He will be my pastor and lead me
to the water sources of life,
and Himself the God
will wipe the tears
from my eyes.


© JosephJosephides