Short Testifies Poems
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BECAUSE all of nature testifies
by color, beauty and grace
that winds are sheets of fresh
mornings; the dew dots each
leaf and birds of all feathers
sing joyous tunes is how Love
kisses me is how Spirit flourishes
with all hearts!
::02.16.2020::
A Song of sorrow
the rhythm
inside a sorrow
testifies that the pure love within you
the warmth of flowing tears
on your cheek
declare the presence of your golden love
though only silence
to meet a sorrow
but the soul is enjoying
a heavenly touch
in a song that you have not understand
~(c) Sukmawati Komala~
Sept 2013
Colours
Colours abound
in the morning sky.
Competing to see
who dazzles the eye.
Purple steps in
after red runs its course.
Fresh Orange finishes
this swirling force.
This statement of God
testifies of what will come.
Lift your eyes to the east.
Look to the clouds,
then look for the Son.
DANIEL- 10/15
God makes his presence known
through actions of our own
all that we are or see
testifies to Him
who created all things.
why do the geese
resolve to fly south
in V formation?
birds build homey nests
spiders weave a masterpiece
every time.
did not God plant
the seeds in there?
Is not this great God everywhere?
Blind discontent bets
on favor of the gods
Nondirected energy ricochets
back to the source and
tears apart
Dreadful vengeance bows
to your bidding
with pocket foggy
retribution
Roll over crisscrossed rage as
aluminum pop tops tinkle
on shaved black head
ebony living statue testifies
You did not pay attention.
Hope left long ago on wings
of the moment.
I picture when you're sleeping
A softness to your face
That testifies you're somewhere
Outside of time and space
I'd just lay beside you
Not making any sound
I'd watch your peaceful slumber
With no one else around
I'd whisper notes of sweetness
Place kisses on your cheek
You wouldn't even feel them
But each of them would speak
I'd stroke your hair so gently
Affections for you toward
All my thoughts confirming
How much you are adored
My Lord is my reliance, sole
He claimed a body that a mother scorned
His termoil testifies me whole
His spirit has me not forlorn
Yet satan deigns to me instruct
My every path must he obstruct
With a ruthless tongue
He devices wrong
And counts upon my every fault
Every virtue to assult
And so I seek my death with zeal
My death like hidden goods I seek
A broken temple bears my sovereign's seal
Son of David mild and meek.
Jesus heal me who am weak.
Form:
A tune of confusion it plays
A band of unity it scatters
The rhythm of peace it alters
The valley of harmony it erupts
A terrorist proven guilty it is
A hatcher of malice contrite it plea's
The judiciary of justice it bribes
A heart of disloyalty it breeds
A seed of hatred it sows
The fruit of vinegar it bears
The garment of brotherhood it tears
An enemy of progress it testifies
Take position and fight this threat
Before it begets a venomous throb.
A beautiful sunrise,
A radiant sunset
A child's smile,
A piece of candy,
A flight of a bird,
A tree in full bloom,
A hill full of grass,
A garden of flowers,
A powerful cloud,
A rainbow of hues,
And the immenseness of the ocean.
The ever-expanding universe:
All remind me that God’s is in heaven.
His Love knows no bounds.
I am moved with gratitude
For the myriad ways
In which the world testifies to your love.
If it’s not right with the world
Then it’s our fault.
Being African! To be an African!
Echoes pride, a resounding cry
to an identity of a unique heritage—
a footprints of an unparalleled cultural identity.
Being African! To be African!
testifies an unwavering faith
an assertion more than just being black
or being a branch in an African tree.
Being African! To be African!
is that sense of belonging
a struggle to assert autonomy
a connection to a unique tradition.
Being African! To be African!
Is more than just being black!
To-day we have naming of parts. Yesterday,
when I heard
you was gonna
represent Tom
at the trial
and share the widow’s homelier pottage
bowed ‘til your bonnet brushed the floor
far below you saw the bricks on the floor
mostly these are seen as food labels
stooped and raised your knees,
because of laziness
the dust of the city
backward down your back so thin
like ducks.
And softly said, “Dear heart, how like you this?”
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