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  Feb 2015 Towela Kams
SG Holter
We have a thousand poems for
Every one of your bombs.
With each act of bloodthirst
And slaughter, we respond with
The force of volumes on peace.

Heaven; a holier word than Hell.
One birth overshines a
Hundred deaths.
Cowards wound.
Heroes heal.

Poets create. You cause
A thousand tears with every bullet.
Well, we compose oceans of comfort
In your wake.
Our ink overpowers your lead.

We have a thousand poems
For every one of your bombs.
You are the bringers of death to
The flesh. We are the armour
Of the soul.
My sympathies to the people of Denmark after the terrorist acts this weekend.
Towela Kams Feb 2015
The greatest love story ever told is about 2000 years old and concerns a righteous Son who put His Kingdom on hold to step into a world so ruthless and cold and redeem it once and for all. In my defence, this Man was bold.

He was humble though, He was a Jew, with his sandles hardly new and His friends very few. His Voice pulled large crowds and spontaneously they grew pulling masses of lives that had to be groomed. His Words so sweet like far-away imported perfume. His tongue so smooth yet holding authority to cast away any manner of doom.

This Man came to recreate.
His plan was to mould us like clay and position us in such a way that even when one sheep goes astray, he'll take it upon Himself to save. And from what I know, this service is open 24 hours a day. For He'll never turn away anyone who says and acts in the path He prepared to save us from sin's stain.

Brethren, understand that this Man was treated like a slave. Yet His Mission was solely based on the establishment of grace on the Earth's face. This Man came for your sake. All He ever intended to do was embrace us as Kingdom Heirs in His Name. And shower us with wells of blessings our lips longed to taste.

This Great Man willingly took upon the human condition to bring us redemption by God's permission. God's most-prized possession released into a physical realm yet had no worldly recognition..
So you're gonna have to forgive me if all I got on my mind right now is His Submission..
An example for all who live for acceptance yet secretly die from worldly perspectives and secular perceptions. A leaving and breathing example with no insecurity yet left to face and fight against this evil world of obscurity. Thank God He breathed in within us a word of purity. Especially to a society like ours that reeks of inequity.

I'm surprised He decided to look twice at me. When all I had to offer was a crooked past and a list of broken dreams. It's unfathomable to find anything that exceeds the level of the mercy He's poured over me. And I know I'm undeserving. And this rises the question of why He stands opposite me with arms wide open in the name of amazing grace.
Someone, please explain:
How can I be embraced by the One who created the Universe in the first place?

But it appears to me that there's a personal message He has for those unwilling to perish and die:
**"You'll always be a child in my eyes. And when you need someone, my arms are open wide. Even when you're growing old, I hope you realise that you'll always be a child in my eyes."
I'm a Christian poet. It's who I am. It's what I do. If God has gifted me in writing, it's only right that I uphold Him in my rhyming.
  Feb 2015 Towela Kams
ㅡjatm
you are a poetry
that i would like
to write
all over again,
you are the pen
that i need,
to write them
all over again.
(j.a.t.m)
  Feb 2015 Towela Kams
Sarah Nielle
I never knew myself as
the kind to dwell on simple things;
Like alphabet soup.
I look at the strange bland liquid,
surrounding the spongy flotation devices.
They move around just as leaves do
in a gusty gale.
I see what they spell out,
The slowly evaporating words.
I spell out the aching bellows
of what is to become my life.
Simplicity in it's finest.
Towela Kams Feb 2015
I felt the rhythm of his words as I simultaneously danced to his tunes. Clutched to his phrases, I questioned. "Satan, how long shall I endure the bitterness of your groove?" With his tongue so smooth, He whispered, "You'll enjoy it pretty soon. Let me show you more moves. And by the way, I'm amazed at how you dance to my tunes."

I now identified him as a dark veil through which he used to make me blind, oh what a dark surprise! At this, I sighed when I looked into the mirror, I no longer saw the bright light through which God's grace shined. Now dull, were my blunt eyes.

I began to sing of God's grace and my song illuminated outer space with a force so great, sufficient enough to make me refrain from the devil's embrace, I fell on my knees and wiped the tears from my face because I knew the Holy Spirit had arrived to wipe away my sin's stain and leave me with a clean slate. The Saviour was just on time, He never delayed.  

The devil knows now of what joy I've found in the Kingdom of my Father to whom I bow down. As the whole of hell gather around, may God remind them that I'm no longer bound.

So dear satan, did you know every night I sleep sweet and sound? Or shall I remind you how one day I shall set my foot on Holy ground? Trample on you and rise above the clouds? Let me give you the full details about Christ. I'll let you in on some special insight, let it be known that I'm fully justified. The minute He sent His son, I was sanctified. Heaven's approved me as it's own. There are no loopholes, the deal is air-tight.

I heard God say, "Mr. Deceiver, take your lies at once and leave her. 2 Corinthians 6, you have no common ground with a believer. She's been blessed with Heavenly bliss, you'll fail to deceive her. I planted in her life the song of grace and in this day, I vow that she'll never be a waste. I've restored my daughter with beauty, I've taken away your evil music of insecurity, filthy scent of obscurity and worthless rhythms of impurity."

It was in that moment that my spiritual senses were wide awake and I saw the fire of God consume the agents and I heartdloud cries of immense pain. Holy Spirit, down You rain. My spirit grew stronger as I visibly saw the flames and indeed, that was a perfect reminder of My Master's reign. I reminded satan, "Earlier on, did I not mention it's my life He's come to save?"

Lastly, God looked at me and said, **"My daughter Towela, I've ordained you as a saint. Never again shall you eat any of satan's bait. I'm fully aware that you've fought a good race and you've kept the faith. Always remember nothing you do for me is in vain. Wait patiently, my child, I'm coming back for you again."
It took me a long time to write this.
Towela Kams Jan 2015
"As a Christian, what is it that you have to offer to this world?"

Quiet? Yeah. I felt the same earlier on today.
Think about it. Pray about it.
Be blessed,x .
Fellow saints, I pray your mind ponders on this everyday and in everything you say/do. Shalom.
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