The Testimony


“It is true.”
He whispered
and a tear
on his cheek
glistened
in silent
glory.
He apologized
for the tears,
but not for
the emotion
and continued—
with a broken voice.
“God lives,”
he declared.
“This, I know.”
The congregation
watched a
grown man
cry.
A weakness,
some thought
and shrugged
it off
in embarrassment.
But I smiled,
and my heart,
as well as
my eyes,
glistened
with him,
because I knew
that I was
weak, too.