Armageddon 12

Gabriel was happy, he was reunited with his God. The Devil was nervous he did not to talk but neither was he brave enough to turn his back and walk.Mercy was smiling so broadly her tears she wiped away things were looking up Hallelujah, Hallelujah. Come Death she winked that is what you need to say.
The light was truly amazing gold and glowing warm, city and  woodland,  desert, jungle and sea scape all so blessedly adorned. I honestly cannot explain, how beautiful it seemed with angels singing sweetly it was like the best, best of dreams.

Back at the cafe the Father Son and Holy Ghost had treated everyone to tea and toast. Then with silver tongues the Devil’s work they undone. God, all three of him , emailed Peace and Love and asked them to return now, to this world which, for now was free of sin.

Meanwhile the humans began to wake from death and hell without a pang of guilt or fear. The Lord had wiped clean the slate they could all begin with no blood spilt, no need to fuss or hesitate. The Devil sulking sat alone playing with mobile phone, he was angry he was peeved, he was on his own, though, everyone else was pleased.

The Lord stood up and said I decree that for a while Famine,War and Pestilence set the world free and so for now they can take a brake, fine said Famine, is there any more cake? Death looked up and said you have only mentioned my brothers three, what pray tell becomes of me.  Smiling,  God all three, put his arm around Death and whispered I still need you to collect the dead for me.

I know, the Lord went on that you are suffering with your bones and feet. I have purchased boots and padded socks, there thats neat. Also a thermal cape and hood to protect your bones and a scarf now there thats good.

Love and Peace , Mercy too will be here to hang around with you. OH! and yes may it never be too late we’ll have home visits from Hope and Faith.Then before anyone could deny all things we put back to rights in the blink of the Lord’s eye. Come he said to the Devil  it is time you were gone your place is on fire and might perish ere long.

The Devil, fuming , did not reply left with a flourish and hate in his eye. Gabriel and all his clan ascended up to heaven following the Saviour of Man. As the dust began to settle  baristas all over the world could be heard putting on the kettle.

The day went on as it had began, no sign that the Devil and God had been fighting for the souls of Man. But all of you who have read this tale beware, you escaped this time but if you do not mend ways, look after the planet and behave  you will witness The End Of Days . So listen up , come on you do not want to be part of Armageddon.

Poetry Challenge #7 11/11/2012

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Today 11/11/12 Remembrance Day. Here is Laurence Binyon’s For the Fallen.

For the Fallen
by Laurence Binyon

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

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Laurence Binyon was born in Lancaster, England. His parents were Frederick Binyon, a Quaker minister, and Mary Dockray. Mary’s father, Robert Benson Dockray, was the main engineer of the London and Birmingham Railway. The family were Quakers.[2]

Binyon studied at St Paul’s School. There he read Classics (Honour Moderations) at Trinity College, Oxford, where he won the Newdigate Prize for poetry in 1891.

In 1904 he married historian Cicely Margaret Powell, and the couple had three daughters. During those years, Binyon belonged to a circle of artists, as a regular patron of the Wiener Cafe of London. His fellow intellectuals there were Sir William Rothenstein, Walter Sickert, Charles Ricketts, Lucien Pissarro, Ezra Pound, and Edmund Dulac.[2]

He died at Dunedin Nursing Home, Bath Road, Reading on 10 March 1943 after an operation. A funeral service was held at Trinity College Chapel, Oxford on the afternoon of 13 March 1943.

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