The Power Of God Poem by Thabani Khumalo

In the middle of the silent night
When my sight is recessed,
I hear the voice of a man kneeling
Upon the dark mountain crying.

He cracks it through the shadows of the frightening trees
And above the grass, down-slope into the riverbed
As it slithers meanderingly between the faulting sides
Of the haunted mountains.

He casts it to reach between the two towers;
The tower of hell and the tower of heaven,
He sets it off like a ringing siren
And the angel picks it up with a mocking scowl.

The angel has a beautiful set of horns emerging from the temples of his face
And he discusses with a brother like him from hell
And they both agree to give it back.
They reply his prayer in a raging storm and they say,

‘‘Be still, do not shake, do not move.
Get away from all things ill
And your word shall be with power to bring new creatures to life.
That is the power of god.''