Be Jealous

Be Jealous

Thy jealousy befits Thee, Groom,

and zeal for Thine intended.

She is Thy glory, meant to bloom

as faithfully attended.

Her raiment is Thine arete

imputed for her cover,

and she adorns the chaste array

of her one Lord and Lover.

The swarming locust would devour,

consume, with naught remaining;

would strip immodest in fell hour,

then over-heap with shaming.

The covenant upon Thy breath

grants to Thy bride assurance -

Thy Word condemns their horde to death,

securing her endurance.

The roving lion tears and rends;

he roars and, birthing terror,

seeks shadowed souls to apprehend

by piercing doubt and error.

O! tender Shepherd seize his beard -

smite, shatter teeth asunder!

Draw forth from carcass once-afear'd

a sweet eye-brightening plunder.

The scarlet dragon stalks Thy bride,

her scion son to swallow.

He vomits forth a mighty tide

and crowns the beasts which follow.

Descend his chain from Heaven's vault,

stoke high his due infernal.

Shield us against his wroth assault,

enfold our souls eternal.

Be jealous for our sake and Thine,

Thou long-anticipated,

until we drink the wedding wine,

in ardor consummated.

Stay tyrant, rogue, and fiend without

in hungry night and hollow -

Just, bitter tears to slake their drought,

naught save their tongues to swallow.

~

AMDG

1/31/2016