August Sonnet
Raise voices like the praises
insects make,
when shrilling crickets start
to stridulate.
With highest summer height,
make no mistake,
match buzzing sounds cicadas
resonate.
Crash cymbals through the
world’s injustice sharp,
and with right tymbals drum
out jubilee.
Play sistrums with the
cricket’s tiny harp
and pray along with Heaven’s
tympani.
But I know every little
abdomen
will die—a silent chamber
passed away.
Yet, in my trusting soul, a
glad ‘amen’
will sound the promise of
eternal’s day.
So long as Christ lets voices
amplify,
So long as hearts are raised
to glorify.
David and the
whole house of Israel
were
celebrating with all their might
before the LORD,
with songs and
with harps, lyres,
tambourines,
sistrums and cymbals.
2 Samuel 6:5
Absolutely beautiful!
ReplyDeleteMay YAHWEH GOD ALMIGHTY BLESS YOU!!!I enjoyed reading this poem very much !!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Makonnen, for your comment. God Bless!
ReplyDeleteThanks again, Shira!
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