1
Brown leaves fall from old
oak. Air is warm in sun, breeze
whispers jagged ice.
2
Bright eyed newlyweds,
laugh, hold hands, and know no-thing,
but a forever.
3
Antique old man bends
on aged church pew. Face carved in
solemn contentment.
4
Christmas subtracts ma's
peach cobbler. Granddaughter's smile
reflects in pie pans.
5
A teenage knife glints
under red moon. Mother waits
in door, heart praying.
6
Hearing gospel heals
like liquid love. Drowned swine lie
prostrate on cliffs shore.
7
Even warm lives know
jagged whispers. Miracle!
Jesus makes life sweet.
Poet Ntwadumela
(poetntwadumela.blogspot.com)
About Me
- Poet Ntwadumela
- Ntwadumela (In-twy-do-may-la) means, “He Who Greets With Fire. With the various biblical examples of God in the Old and New Testaments manifesting his presence as fire, poet Ntwadumela simply means the poet who greets with the presence of God. As a Christian poet I am striving to express God to people, people to God, and our view of God to each other. It is my belief that the enemy of all souls has organized and specific strategies for deceiving and destroying humans. A high priority in these strategies is the dividing of us from each other, the fostering of hate in the world and the belief that if you and I don't agree that somehow means I don't have to love you. It is my desire to to shed light on these strategies and help us all to know God the more.
