O GREAT DAY

Upon the clouds – where hearts run Free,

And with the Fairest Lover,

There rode a cosmic cavalry

And Glory was their cover.

How songs rang out on the Newborn Day.

They were songs of Joy and Power,

As all sat Tall in vast array,

Each rider like a Tower.

Hope was once their weary test

Concerning the Great Day.

But now all hope was Manifest

As their Captain led the way.

Such Majesty upon His Head

Could Ne’er be told nor written.

And with His Sword so marked by dread

All foes would soon be smitten.

How His Eyes burned o so bright.

They’d lay each rebel Bare,

Exposing in them what was night

And Knowing every hair.

He wore a vesture dipped in Blood;

This to His enemy’s shame.

Yet by that Flowing Crimson Flood

This Warrior gained a Name.

His Name to none He could not show –

Not to those who knew Him best.

For God and God Alone would know

His Triumphs and His Quest.

 

Now there filled the endless skies

Innumerable white steeds,

And fierce, resonant battle cries

While attesting to the Creed.

Columns advanced side by side –

No, none could see their end.

They rode as Deep as they were Wide.

Now Conviction would not bend.

Then all did halt at His Command.

Throughout heaven there was Silence,

As the Captain gazed on a Bloody land

And beheld the peoples’ Violence.

 

To all He signaled – to Far and Wide.

Into a canter broke each steed.

One matched another stride for stride;

Was Glorious indeed.

Suddenly the pace sped up

And hard they all did ride.

Heaven’s Wrath had Filled the cup

With earth no place to hide.

Now the horses Rent the Skies

With pounding hooves of Thunder.

Lightning Flashed, blinding eyes,

And clouds were torn Asunder.

They rode with Fury, every man,

Hearts never so Awoken.

Though as Filled with Fire they ran,

The ranks were never broken.

Soon would start the great descent

To touch down in the east,

A mighty army Heaven-sent

To lay hold of the Beast.

As they alighted on the earth

The Nations were Amazed.

So long they’d heard of a mass Rebirth –

Still, minds were Sorely dazed.

Dismounting from the fairest steed

In the presence of Perdition,

The Captain glared at Satan’s seed

And at all his coalition.

To the Dark One it was shown

That now had come his Final hour,

As they bound him to a Great millstone

And Stripped away his power.

Then the Captain turned to a Weary World

And He vowed that Peace and Love,

Would be upon the earth Unfurled –

He had brought it From Above.

His army raised His Banner high.

He wiped the world’s Tears –

The Prince who rode down from The Sky,

And He Reigned A Thousand Years.

-  J. Pecoraro