A Letter to the False Kingdom

Our "poetic commentary" starts with this piece from Katrina McIntosh on the predictions of Harold Camping and his followers regarding the rapture and the end of the world. Katrina explores her thoughts on this issue in prose poetry.

Dear Sir
There is something that I
A child of Christ
Would like to address to you
A world renowned theologian
(Breathes)
In an attempt to categorise
Simplify seemingly complicated knowledge for naïve minds
They have tried to invent a box
To refer to it as an invention bring repetition to its heritage
For this box has been used time and time again
Tried and been tried
And found to be
Worthless
For boxes do not stand the test of time
Only pure gold
Only His divine word
But they have somehow perceived that anything drenched in scum
Must have gold underneath
So they yell fire
All the while pouring kerosene at their feet

But worthy is the Lord
And only His name is Holy
And only Him possess the all-consuming power to understand the times at hand
Mathematical equations are limited in their understanding of man
How much more when algebraic equations are used to define and keep in line this all-consuming God
All consuming each false word you say
He burns and brings it into subjection to His word
All consuming he turns vessels found made without gold but wood to be burnt
And yet still hardened hearts blatantly depart from His truth

Perhaps my comprehension of the situation limits me
My intellectual instigations constrain silly me
To go up against your wisdom but with word in hand that foolish shall confound wise
I approach another giant
Beckon me
Bring me into the understanding that the lives we live are based on truth
Based on word
It’s the word that makes flesh
And then allows the flesh to dwell
So my reason of perfect conclusion
I must say that without the Word everything is dead

Dead
Corpse lying never to be heard from again
Dead
Motionless without feeling or consideration
Events won’t take place according to your continuum
Dead it is unless His word speaks on it
But wait
Before you quote Ezekiel 37 on me that prophets can speak into beings
Bring flesh on flesh
Sinews and ligaments
I remind you that prophets only speak when God says to speak
And though this may seem quite harsh based on your current age
and circumstance of weak faith
I must say
Must yell
Prophets only speak when God has something to say
So if he is quiet when you ask by all means
Shut thy beloved trap
Yes
Hush up
Stop bellowing from mountain tops
With well-financed ads
But go in the closet
Prostrate yourself before God
And shut thy trap

For it’s not simply you that are being
Affected by these atrocities
But entire families give their life savings
To rest on the hopes of one false prophecy
Not trying the validation of each utterance
Its direct alignment to the kingdom
But indeed are foolish sheep
Easy prey for wolves sharpened teeth
But be warned of your actions
Better tie a millstone to your neck and jump
Yes I said jump
For his children like these you have led astray
With honey filled lies
They believe they are on a road called straight
And never question the bend

Please I beg you to turn
For with love I do not want you to be found
In 1 John 4:1
One of the many false prophets sent into the world
I appeal to you
Please turn

Written by :

Katrina McIntosh

 

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