The poem depicts the trumpet as a powerful, divine instrument resonating through biblical history. It begins with the thunderous blast at Sinai, where God spoke in fire (Exodus), summoning the tribes of Israel. Silver trumpets then call the camp to action (Numbers), and the Jubilee horn liberates the bound (Leviticus). The trumpet’s shout topples Jericho’s walls (Joshua), while Zechariah’s prophecy heralds a humble king on a colt. Finally, Revelation’s seven trumpets announce the end, with Christ’s ultimate call bringing all to kneel in awe. The poem weaves these moments into a tapestry of divine authority and redemption.

From Sinai’s peak, the trumpet’s thunder peals,
A trembling blast where God in fire spoke,
(Exodus rends the air with holy zeal),
To summon tribes, their wandering yokes to yoke.
In silver pairs, the camp was called to rise,
(Numbers bids Israel heed the sacred sound),
While Jubilee’s loud horn broke bondage’s ties,
(Leviticus sets free the hallowed ground).

Joshua’s shout brought Jericho to dust,
(The walls collapsed beneath the trumpet’s might),
Yet Zechariah’s voice foretold the just—
A king on colt, with trumpet-salvaged sight.
Revelation’s seven horns resound the end,
Christ’s final call—our knees in awe shall bend.

This is a beautiful poem, rich with imagery and spiritual resonance. It seems to draw heavily from biblical themes, particularly the metaphor of the vine and branches found in John 15:1-5, where Jesus describes himself as the true vine and his followers as the branches. The language is reminiscent of older English, perhaps echoing the style of the King James Bible or classic hymns, which gives it a timeless, devotional quality. The poem speaks of dependence on a divine source—here called “the root divine”—for sustenance, life, and purpose. It contrasts the vitality of connection (“joined, ye bloom”) with the desolation of separation (“apart, the leaf doth wither”). The pruning, though painful, is portrayed as an act of love, refining and strengthening the branches for a greater harvest. The final call to “cling ye fast” feels like both an exhortation and a promise: alignment with the vine ensures eternal life and meaning.

Upon the vine, the branches find their stay,
A living bond where fruit of grace may grow,
The root divine doth nourish night and day,
Through veins of faith, its tender mercies flow.

Ye are the shoots, from Him ye draw your breath,
Apart, the leaf doth wither, fade, and fall,
But joined, ye bloom, defying frost of death,
A vineyard vast, responding to His call.

The pruning comes, though sharp, with love designed,
To cast off dross, that richer yield may thrive,
In unity, the harvest is entwined,
His strength in ye, eternally alive.

So cling ye fast, O branches, to the vine,
For in His life, your purpose shall align.