The Seven Golden Lamps***-A** Poem by Mary Wismer

The Seven Golden Lamps***-A**

Rating: 2.8


John hears a voice—a great voice,
a voice like a trumpet—behind him,
not above, nor before. Dwelling,
if tradition be correct, in the southern
extremity of the island,
on a steep cliff, and looking over
the Aegean, he would have his back
to the continent of Asia,
and, of course, to the Churches there.

The voice he heard makes him turn round,
and look to the north-east,
where the cluster of the seven Churches lay,
the churches with which he was specially connected.

The first thing meeting his eye is seven
golden candlesticks, or lamp stands,
as if just somewhere in the region
where he might have expected to see
the Churches.

What a vision in that lonely,
barren island! It would seem as if he
had been transported back to Jerusalem,
and brought into the sanctuary,
or as if the golden relics of that now ruined
sanctuary had been transported
by some angel hand, and placed
upon the desolate rock!

15. January 2008

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Howard Johnson 15 January 2008

A beautiful write in refrence to revalations 1: 20, I enjoyed reading it, Mary,

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