Dear LonelyJ Thanks for the explanation. You demonstrate your learning; alas I show my ignorance. I hope I did not cause offence. Thought I would just share this poem I wrote in July 1991. Self The Watchers called. Zion heard. Wondrous city of which the trumpet blasts from North to South, of life and joy, not death or hell. Yet in time, does not appear but waits the time when time is o’er. In the time that is bestowed Seek your Zion, or erode. If the Zion is not found You’ll hear the death bell time has found. Cheat the death, Die in time. Greet the life your Zion found. I offer an interpretation or confirm the circumstances in which it was written. If it means anything to you (or anyone) that’s fine with me. Every blessing, damien. |