by James Robert Kibby
The message was true And of great conflict. Vision of a prophet Who saw the messenger, Held up for a time By the Persian prince Rescued by the archangel: Michael, patron saint Who never wore earthly clothes. He rides the wind as a valiant knight, Soaring like an eagle. His shining armor And flashing sword Appear as a brilliant, Blazing comet, a lesser sun But still blinding. He stands above the archway, And all who enter Are under his protection, Both man and angel. The Ancient Serpent Takes his position In the hearts of evil men To war against the saints, But his plans will fail, And by the archangel’s sword, He will fall from heaven Into hell. His lies will cease and his mark Purged from creation. May Israel’s great prince Saint of Kyiv Keep us safe Until our victory Is complete.
James Robert Kibby is an accomplished songwriter and aspiring poet whose love for creative writing began when he authored and illustrated his first comic book at age 11. James has poems published through Calla Press and The Voices Project and is currently working on his first poetry collection. James is a devoted husband and father and works full time at his church, handling facility and media operations.