by Edwin Olu Bestman

I never needed the Bible to know that God is real. 
I sense God’s miracles the day I was kept in my mother's womb for comfort.
The palm trees that grew huge in my grandmother's backyard was another form of God’s beauty.  

The church hasn't taught me too many good things about God as compared to nature.
nature has drawn many pictures of God before my face.
I am a witness to how mother earth holds beautiful things & finds nothing to destroy.

I have seen God too many times.
I have seen him through the shining stars during the midnight hours.
I have seen him through the river, the sea, the ocean & the breath out of my nostrils.

I have also clothed God as parents do to their beloved children. 
When his throat thirsted, I quenched his thirst.
When he was imprisoned, I fed him & asked him to remember me in his kingdom.

This poem is also a testimony to show that God is alive.
It has gone through fire like Shadrach, Meshach & Abednego.
But because God is the author & finisher of this poem/ it has refused to burn.

Edwin Olu Bestman, poet and engineer, writes from Monrovia, Liberia. He has co-authored several anthologies and the author of two books, Genesis and Raindrops. His works have been featured in Ducor review, WSA, Spillwords, Odd Magazine, African Writer Magazine, Eboquills, Literary Yard, Poetry Nation, Ngiga Review, SIM, Nantygreens, Sipay Magazine, Afritondo, Rising Phoenix Review, AfroRep Journal, Madness Muse Press, Rigorous Magazine, Arts Lounge, Fiery Scribes and elsewhere.

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