After this I saw four corners of the four winds could blow on land or the sea or the foreheads of the seal, one hundred and marked from every tribe of Judah, twelve thousand from the tribe of Asher, twelve thousand from the tribe of Zebulun, from the tribe of the Elect. After this I had a great multitude, which no one and before the Lamb, wearing palm branches in a loud voice: “Salvation comes from the elders and glory, wisdom and ever. Amen.” Then one who knows. He said to me, “These are the time of great distress; they have washed their robes and night in his temple. The one who sits on the throne will the sun or any heat strike them to springs of life-giving water from their eyes.”
Geoffrey Babbitt’s poetry and creative nonfiction have appeared or are forthcoming in Pleiades, DIAGRAM, Colorado Review, CutBank, TYPO, and elsewhere. He currently teaches at Hobart and William Smith colleges.