Millennial Day

Come and see what the poet saw

When he was a young man of age to be a warrior;

Walking across New England

Putting to the test the idea that 

The swiftest traveler is the one that goes afoot.

Having reached the top of a long hill 

He paused to pray on the side of the road.

There, under a mighty oak and under the Spirit of God, 

God granted that he stand as an axle inside a smaller and larger wheel, 

One wheel inside the other. 

Both wheels were divided into seven parts and secured together, 

by shafts that extended from the inner wheel to the outer.

The center wheel was comprised of seven stained glass windows.

Peering through each window, 

He could see the seven corresponding divisions of the outer wheel.

These wheels, locked together, began to turn around him.

Come and see! Come and see what the poet saw.


The first window

The art of the first window was a picture of light shining as a beacon in an ominous darkness. 

It was a stark contrast of the blackest of pitch, 

and a light, not white, but radiant with every color of the prism. 

The light shown upon the heavens and a drunken earth; 

an earth that had become formless and void in its tomb of darkness,

 awakening it from its nightmare.

There in the light the poet could see the Spirit of God, 

Brooding over the face of the deep

As a hen over her chicks

Nursing life from death.

The great God of Spirits heals the ether and lets the light shine

Where the light shines

The darkness melts away

Day and night

Then peered he through the image of the stained glass

As he would through every image of Asa

Like a marksman peers through the rear sight aperture to focus upon the front sight post

He focused upon the first millennial scene of the outer wheel

He saw the first man fall

And the poet saw blood flowing from the head

Blood that speaks

Blood that cries out

For vengeance against his brother

He saw the pollution of the human race

Till there was but one who remained

Perfect in his generations

And darkness was divided from light

Day and night

Then turned the wheels

And so turned the poet, 


Yet anxiously


As a man standing in a gallery 

Tares himself from the contemplation of a masterpiece

Only to be struck with awe by the next

The second window

Division marked this second scene

Water from water

Winds between the waters

A filter made of water

To preserve the earth from the judgment of the sun.


Beyond the transparent glass

A scene of collision

Water and water

Winds from water

Then the sun raged without restraint

Scorching the skin of the son’s of men

The third window

So much more there, there was to see

But the wheel was turning, and,

he was driven by curiosity

To window three.

It spoke explicitly

of sanctions lifted

that had been laid

against the formless glob

waters from earth

earth from waters

so the earth could spring again to life.

And so it did!

The poet saw diverse herbs and esculents

Springing forth into life

And reproduction of life

Each after its own kind

Unto the outer wheel he beamed

There a tower arose

As a testimony to God and man

That even for man,

As with God,

nothing shall be impossible!


Races from race

Seas of humanity

And reproduction of life

Each after their own kind

And there a man of Mesopotamia

Who’s children would be numbered

Not as the waters of the sea

But as the sands of the shore

A man that must leave

The sea of mankind

From his country

From his kindred

That God might bring from the sea

Earthen men

Of fertile faith

That they themselves

Would be the land flowing with milk and honey

Without this land is a gentile sea

The fourth window

The fourth transom within the inner wheel

Was a beautiful scene

The Sun governed the Kingdom of light

The moon was an ambassador to the night

Of that great luminary

From which she derives her light

And her entourage

The starry constellations 

Looking beyond the transparent representations

The poet looked unto the outer wheel

Accented by the colors of the window

A darkness amidst the day

A torch amidst the darkness

The darkness could not overtake the light

A Son set to govern the Kingdom of Light

A bride, ambassador of her groom

Deriving her glory from his magnanimity

And her entourage?

Apostles, Prophets, Preachers, Teachers and Evangelist!

I cannot fathom

How the poet ever turned on from this to the next

But the wheel kept turning

And at the fifth pot metal he found himself

The fifth window

The wealth of this window

Showed the world’s watery womb

From the waters of this womb

Sprang every living thing that moves

From the smallest invisible creature

To the great leviathan

From the spray of every wave

Flew Cygnus and Corvus

Into the firmament above

Once more the poet pressed

From the Holy place to the outer court

And saw once more that sea of humanity

The gentile nations from which

The father of faith had hailed

Within these nations

Sprang spiritual life

First from Jerusalem, that Holy City

Then to Samaria

Finally life in the uttermost parts of the earth

The spirit once more brooding

And from the deepest and darkest recesses of the pagan world

The hearts of men mounted up on eagle’s wings

To defy the gravitational pull of sin

The sixth window

The sixth window was, to the poet,

The most flattering. Standing before it he saw

A perfect likeness of himself

Without spot, or blemish

Or any such thing

There he beheld his ultimate potential

There for the first time in his life

The poet saw a reflection of himself

That displayed his anatomical potential

The way he was apt to think of himself

When reality had no mirror to manifest itself to him by.

The figure in the art of glass was indeed the poet


He stood as straight, but taller

His eyes were green, but purer

His physique, similar but more muscled and toned

These were the visible comparisons

But the poet was sure that within the man he saw

There would surely have been a freer spirit and a focused soul.

And within his hand

A forbidden fruit

The image of man in the glass was framed in the for by the beast of the fields

In the background stood two trees

One very familiar to the poet

One very foreign

Between these two trees

Stood the paragon of womanhood.

The poet thought that she surely should have been more prominent

But she remained in the distance

The poet noticed that the picture grew brighter as he beheld it

And then the light from the outer wheel diminished

Had he tarried  longer, viewing the glass,

Never would he have seen the outer age illuminating its scene

So while light remained he peered through that man

Onto mankind

As the number six is the number of man

So there, he saw men,

Taller than they had been in 5 millennia

Stronger, more knowledgeable, and reclaiming longevity

Naming, not only the creatures visible,

But, creatures- even celestial bodies-

That are hidden to the naked eye

God’s curse upon Babylon had been 


And now men were proving what God had declared

“Nothing shall be impossible unto man”

Mankind could not reclaim Eden

A flaming sword guards the gate to that gift

The garden of God

So they fabricated Eden

Turning to make themselves gluttons

Gorging themselves on that fruit

That brings us all death

That fruit we have grown to value above even truth

Believing it to be the same thing as truth

And the earth groaned under the weight on mans transgressions

There the post strained with his eyes

Trying to find something good

He found it not

Until he looked through the portion of glass

That betokened Eve

Through her he saw the potion of the outer scene 

That told of the bride, that moon

So prominent in the 5th window

She was in fact the one who brought to this age its glory

But now she is a small part of the background

For she herself had become to intoxicated

Inebriated and addicted

To the fruit

But even in her stupor

The poet could see her

Preparing for the coming of her groom

Gathering, seething, baking twice as much as she needs today

Hoping to retire with her love on the morrow

Fixed the poet was

A nail in a sure place

Finally the revolution 

brought the circle to completion

at the seventh cylinder glass.

The seventh window

Therein he saw a simply serene scene

The visible image

Of that invisible God

Which never has need of rest

Taking repose

The oil upon the glass told the story

Of the days consecration

The day was filled with peace

For where there is no peace there is no rest

The poet saw depicted

A lamb kept from the morning dew

By the mane of a lion

A fawn resting within the den of wolves

A hare in the hole with the adder.

And finally, through this last display of ornate glass

The poet saw the coinciding age

Oh prophetic vision

Of the millennial Sabbath

The image of glass and its outer scene

Never blended so beautifully

With as clear a vision as one standing in the daylight

The poet beheld the second Adam

Who was at once the lion and the lamb

To him was granted

Glory, dominion, and a Kingdom

Wherein all warring kingdoms could unite

In peace harmony and rest.

His garments were the snow of the poles

His hair was the wool of the highland sheep

His eyes were the volcanic fires

There beside him was the bride that had prepared herself on the sixth day

Only now she was clothed in the sun

And the moon was underneath her feet

Her head was crowned with 12 stars

She was bidden to retirement by her reigning Lord

And there was peace on earth to all men of good will

Thus the circle was complete

And so the vision,

But the wheel kept turning…

2 Responses so far.

  1. Tammy says:
    Certainly and incredible mountain top comparison. One should read this more than once. This I will do.
  2. admin says:
    Thanks Tammy,
    It means allot to get some meaningful feedback.