Heaving Scales of History

Thunder Echoes from the Stones Within the World’s Dark Slipstream

Thunder echoes from the stones within the world’s dark slipstream;

From the tree the dragon spins his siren’s song of woe:

Rumbles heard from deep below, those heaving scales of history.

Seraphim did stay the hand which sought that son to bleed;

Upon that rock a promise born of fulness yet unknown.

Thunder echoes from the stones within the world’s dark slipstream.

The trunk did fall from axe’s blade due to fruitless seed,

Yet from the stump behold a shoot of promise newly sown.

Rumbles heard from deep below, those heaving scales of history.

Pagan kings did search the skies for prophecy to see

Upon that rock the star did shine; behold, comes forth the dragon’s Foe.

Thunder echoes from the stones within that moment’s slipstream.

With promise saved the Lamb was slain & sinners saw it bleed

Upon that tree: INRI — The promise fully known!

Rumbles heard from Hades deep, those heaving scales of history.

With crown of thorns & sceptered nails did hang salvific mystery;

Upon this rock all mercy flows & from it all our hopes.

Trumpets echo in the stones that live under that bloody tree.

Choirs heard from high above,

Sweet heaven’s song of history.

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“Lo, these are but the outskirts of his ways;
    and how small a whisper do we hear of him!
    But the thunder of his power who can understand?”

~ Job 26:14