© Rex H. Henderson

A mighty angel, radiant and grand,
Descended from heaven, scroll in hand.
With one foot on sea, the other on land,
He proclaimed a message, divinely planned.

“Take this scroll,” the angel said,
“Eat it whole, let it be your bread.”
Sweet as honey, it filled my mouth,
But turned bitter as it journeyed south.

The words of God, both sweet and sour,
A message of love, yet judgment’s power.
“Prophesy again,” the angel’s command,
“To peoples, nations, across the land.”

With scroll consumed, my heart ablaze,
I spoke of hope, through darkened days.
For in His word, both sweet and stern,
Lies the truth we all must learn.