THE REVELATION (CHAPTER 8)

"In the stillness of clelestial grace,
The trumpet's callb eaks the silent space,
Seven angels poised with might untold,
Unleashing judgments as the vision unfolds.
The altar's smoke, a fragrant plea,
Saints' prayers rise to the heavenly decree.
With every blast, the earth will quake.
A world transformed as the heavens shake.
Fire and hail, a plague of dread,
The rivers turn red, the skies overhead.
Yet in this turmoil, a whisper of hope,
For through the trials, we learn to cope.
Each blow reveals the turth laid bare.
In Revelation's depths, a promise we share.
For in the storm, amidst the strife,
God's hand guides us towards eternal life."