Gold founts: 2020: The Great Unknown

I muse over unnumbered pages of my many thoughts, as the year set the last stage to recede and seal its chronicles, I pondered through the foliate of incalculable odds, the billows of the storm that rose, the trail of tears that dripped, the scars of the heart that was broken, the thrills of laughter that brightens the countenance, the leap of joy and the gift of love that was received as well as the great unknown set in the book of the coming age that has been written by the Author of life. I quietly ask what the new time and season shall hold for the world of the mortals...And within my spirit came the following words that chose the path of my hovering heart contrary to the forethought I could have penned down.

And the whispers in my spirit said,“It shall be to the heirs of promise according to the promises of Him who sits upon the circle of the earth. But the globe shall fall over a perpetual slopes into the effect of every prophesies spoken by the Spirit of truth.

It shall be that men shall seek the path of wisdom by the words of the Prophet and the scrolls of the scribes, trailing the sage and the age alike, but wisdom shall be hidden in the book of Him who is soon to come.

It shall be a Dawn for all that wait and a doom for men who ran against the precept of the King. The flowers shall blossom, the barren tree shall be fruitful and unpruned cedars shall fall to the foot of the pottery they fractured by the vile arms of greed. And it shall be that Hades will advance an army against the princes of Jeshurun, and the remnants of the seed of the woman. But the troubled ship will not sink, for the praying men shall arise and awake the Sailor that lay asleep, Him shall the wind obey. Men shall come to the coast of wondrous sights, signs and enigma of the unknown shall be brought to the knowledge of men but not to their understanding. Light and Darkness shall wage a battle no eyes had seen in ages past.

But the Lord of Sabaoth shall trampled his foes...

It shall be the beginning of the end, perhaps the end of the end. In the year that is to come.
Untold events and tidings shall arise with stern and fearful visage and trepidations upon their wings but only tremble before the King who is able to destroy both the body and the soul. For the great Babylon shall fall and the few remnants shall be gathered.

These were the words that broke my slumber as it kept my eyes awake through the mid of the night, whether I have wield the pen of a poet or a prophet, I do not know, the night was way too dark for me to see, but clear enough for me to hear that these things shall be according to the witness of the watchers.