The heart of God weeps,
soft snow harsh on cardboard roof.
Torn plastic screams ice.
Grate sleeper in the
shadow of our hearts gravestone.
Our seared conscience screams.
Homeless flower screams
silent lament on tip toe,
Where is my Christian.?
I scream you scream we
all scream for ice scream, but now...
homeless scream at us.
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.
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