Apocalypse of Jude

In her garden, the old lady kneels alone under the yoke of prayer, bowed before the One to whom she speaks.

“If Your thunder is heard, I pray that it has been heard as the Love of the One who sent the Spirit to be a Counsellor in Your name until the end of the age.”

She is silent, for many minutes, neither moving nor murmuring, but waiting, as if for something to be poured out within her. Her face calm, now fills with the pain of travail, until what desires to be cried forth can be held no more.

“But Lord, when shall I be as the swallow, that I may cease to be silent. A swallow, a swallow.”

Her voice breaks the silence with blame.

“Your people, whom you have promised to keep safe, as in the cleft of the rock where the eagle makes her nest… We, who should be counselling in Your Spirit the whisper of God’s voice that You have revealed today amid the thunder…”

She spits out the agony of sadness doubled in her spirit.

“We have let those who speak abusively against the heavenly beings creep in and foul this town’s roots with mutations of the Truth.”

Again she remains silent as the travails passes into wrath at the knowledge of those who speak abuse.

“Lord, not even Michael dared slander Lucifer in fighting for the body of Moses. But these insolent, arrogant and boastful gossips, they spew their ignorance loudly to the world.”

Her skin mottles with the anger passing through her, but her head remains bowed, her voice taking now a tone of scorn.

“The only things that these men understand are instincts that every unreasoning animal knows from birth.”

And now shocked horror.

“And it is these things they lift up as the fount of all wisdom!”

Here she breathes calmed relief.

“But their wisdom shall destroy them, and they shall perish as the beasts perish.”

Calm on her face again, clouds cross the sky, and the sun past its zenith.

“Lord, I pray that you will open the eyes of those you have called, so that they can see that Your Love for them is burning intensely, so much so that You can no longer contain its ravishing heat, stronger than death and unyielding to the grave.”

Wasteland Mix: Fragment 113