User:Joe Spencer/seven thunders

  seven thunders
  
  the dividing of time:
  
  and God said,
     Let there be a rod
                  in the midst of the waters,
     and Let it divide the waters
                       from the waters.
  
  times:
  
  this rod for Ephraim, reLeased to me,
  (as if I were God), supports the stars,
  but from above: it rules the lights 
  that rule the days and nights.
  
  so a scepter it appears
  in my own hand or, serpentile,
  it bears its fangs (or plaited thorns)
  that pierce my heart, which mourns.
  
  and yet this rod (said: of my mouth)
  is not a broken reed; instead
  its iron teeth in pieces break--
  dash--me, and for my sake.
  
  and still, my other gift: this rod
  to work; but not to wield, to slave;
  my unruly member, it
  nails me to truth, I wit.
  
  time:
  
  so suffering, bound in embrace
  of crucifixion: I see the almond
  buds thereby appear that, voiceless, call
  beyond the holy hall.
  
  the waters part as loosed tongue becks;
  and box eats up my budded scroll--
  my token to exalted throne
  (whereon sits... flesh and bone).

• Scripture that inspired the poem: D&C 8:6.
• Other scriptures explored: Rev 10:3, Dan 7:25, Gen 1:6, Ezek 37:16, Gen 1:16, D&C 121:46, Exo 7:9, Matt 27:29, Isa 11:4, Isa 42:3, Dan 7:7, Psalm 2:9, James 3:5, Isa 22:23, Num 17:8, Heb 9:4, D&C 11:21, D&C 130:22.