Seven

Seven lamps are burning bright,
seven spirits reveal their light,
seven colours of the rainbow's hues,
seven chances to hear God's news.

Seven horns and seven eyes,
behold the lamb who never dies,
worthy he to take up the book
and loose the seals and take a look.

Seven seals are opened,
seven fates abound,
seven angels carry them,
seven trumpets sound.

The seventh day is over
he has rested for a time,
the lamb has opened all the seals
and let God's power shine.

Seven golden candlesticks,
the churches of his faith,
seven stars of mystery,
his angels full of grace.

Both proclaim his majesty
and sing in joyful praise
with seven notes of prophecy
unto the end of days.

Seven voices thunder,
seven secrets to proclaim,
not to be sent asunder
but in John's pure heart remain.

Until the seventh angel
pours out the seventh vial,
containing our Lord God's holy wrath,
his plague of fiery hail.

Across the seven continents,
across the seven seas,
past the seven wonders
of the world the angel flees.

To smite the seven mountains,
to smite the seven kings,
to smite the seven headed beast
with seven crowns of sin.

Forget the seven pillars,
forget the seven steps,
this isn't seventh heaven,
you're not in heaven yet.

Seven years it took for Solomon
to build the house of God,
seven days of respite
Noah had before the flood.

And only seven pairs of beasts
with clean and holy lives
and only seven pairs of birds
that flew in all the skies

could enter in the holy ark
and start a whole new life,
could pass unharmed through the storm so dark
and start again with pride.

And when a child had died
And then Elisha came
Seven times the child did sneeze
And was brought to life again.

And seven times did Naaman
throw himself into the river,
again it was Elisha's prayer
that cured that fateful leper.

Seven saintly virtues,
seven deadly sins,
seven chances to prove your worth
and a new path so begins.

It leads into the garden
where the tree of life it stands,
where you can ask God's pardon
and go forth into his heavenly hands.

Sorceress

wow I really like this poem =)
U did a great job

Thankyou. It took me a long time and actually went a completely different way to where I was intending which just goes to show you how these things can almost mould themselves.

It was basically based on Revelations but the bible had so many sources of "seven" that I could have gone on further.

Anyway I was reasonably happy with the outcome.

An image of perfection

Let me build an image in your mind
a complicated picture undefined
shall I sculpt a statue for your thoughts?
A smooth and gentle tactile one of sorts.

What kind of form will the image take?
Something that will cause a heart to break
and shatter all illusions of the soul?
Or something that will make a broken spirit whole?

Lwt me build an image in your mind
a more beautiful reflection you shall not find
in any work of art that's Earthly bound
or any pure and simple instrumental sound.

This image grows in clarity by the day
and becomes an opera or ballet,
making a pleasant shape and perfect sound,
a symmetry of perfection will abound.

What is this image I describe to you?
Though simple words can not explain it true,
no mere mortal could but speak its form,
it is God's glorious spirit in the dawn.

Sorceress.