Worship.
The waves bellowed in base,
The gathering storm of praise drummed,
The winds sang in a shrill falsetto,
The trees whistled against the blowing wind,
Singing in tenor,
The dry leaves played a unique instrument of their own,
The flowing rivers played an instrument of their own,
The moon greeted from above,
The stars flashed lights to the earthen stage,
In a thunderous praise,
Nature roared worship to the King of Kings,
Who came down in showers to inhabit the praises,
What a chorus!
What a choir,
Better than any human voices could ever sing,
What an orchestra,
Better than any human hands can play,
A celebration of the genius of His creation,
It seems to me of all the works of His hands,
Humanity worships and praises Him the least.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
The Lord inhabits the praises of his people
ReplyDelete"It seems to me of all the works of His hands,
ReplyDeleteHumanity worships and praises Him least."
Powerful words indeed. Your words touch the core of someone's spirit. It puts one in a certain place of utter amazement at the wonders of God and His creation. The beauty of nature and the wonders of every rain drop falling from the sky.
What can we do or say but be thankful for all? We worship Him and praise His Holy name.
Thanks for showcasing your brilliance in this poem, as you always do.
@Ninot - Amen
ReplyDelete@Ndiga Lum - we thank God... nature is in fact God's first missionary...