A mighty angel descends in cloud with rainbow, sunlit face, and feet of fire. One foot stands upon the sea and one upon the earth. His lion cry awakens seven thunders, but their words are sealed. The lifted hand declares that there will be no further delay. The Little Book, Sweet and Bitter The word of God still stands when empires fall. The witness may be struck but cannot be erased. Breath from heaven raises what the beast condemned. At the seventh trumpet God’s mystery moves toward completion. John takes the little open book from the angel’s hand. The measured court cannot contain the testimony. A trumpet waits beyond the violence of the street. Sweet as honey in his mouth, it turns to bitterness within. He must prophesy again before peoples, nations, tongues, and kings. The Little Book, Sweet and Bitter The word of God still stands when empires fall. The witness may be struck but cannot be erased. Breath from heaven raises what the beast condemned. The Little Book, Sweet and Bitter