The sound from Heaven

is as the roar of rushing waters.

The voice of God as the noise

of the harp.

In reverence,

people listen.

The sound of thunder

is as a harsh voice

a rebuke,

beckoning lightening

and floods of rain,

fearful people shut their ears

and take cover.

The sound of rain awaited

in a tropical terrain,

whether harsh

or soft

is as sweet melodies.

Joyful people lend their ears,

for they longed for

it’s coming.

The sound of the Messiah

when he comes in the clouds,

will be heard,

a longing fulfilled.

The sound,

whether as rushing waters,

thunder or awaited rain,

harsh or soft

is a triviality

of no avail,

for the gravity of

his Coming is

in the most blessed detail.

The sound of the Bride

in her choral chants

and intercession,

is heard day and night.

And with the Spirit says

“Come.” Let anyone who hears this say,

“Come.” Let anyone who is thirsty come.

Let anyone who desires drink freely

from the water of life…

“…Amen Even so, come, Lord Jesus! ”

(Scriptural references Rev.14:2, Rev 22:17-20)

©Deborah E. Nyamekye 30/03/2016