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Sunday 8 March 2020

Separation


I wish that I could touch your hand
or smooth the creases in your brow.
I wish I could support your stand,
but I honestly do not know how.
You have pushed me to the outer edges,
to the fringes of your daily life,
and no matter how I mend the hedges,
the things that separate us, remain rife.

So, let me ask you this final question
before I finally accept my own defeat;
can you hear me when I mention
that you’re the rhythm of my heartbeat?
If you could find a stronger love elsewhere,
I would gladly set you free to go
to find someone who would deeply care
about the man I love and got to know.

Yet, you should know this steadfast truth;
my love is not the foolishness of youth.

An original poem by Miekie (Marietjie Uys).
'n Oorspronklike gedig deur Miekie (Marietjie Uys).

Marietjie Uys (Miekie) is a published author. You can buy my books here:
You can purchase Designs By Miekie 1 here.
Jy kan Kom Ons Teken en Verf Tuinstories hier koop.
Jy kan Kom Ons Kleur Tuinstories In hier koop.
Jy kan Tuinstories hier koop.
You can follow Miekie's daily Bible Study blog, Bybel Legkaart, here in English & Afrikaans.
You may prefer to follow the traveling blog, A Pretty Tourist.
For more crafty ideas and great product reviews, visit A Pretty Talent on Facebook.
If you are in a literary mood, follow Miekie's musings, stories and poetry on A Pretty Author - Miekie.
Remember to keep nurturing your TALENT for making life PRETTY.
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Saturday 7 March 2020

Carrying On


How many times can one heart weep
over the same familiar sorrow?
When do you know if the heart can keep
the precious memories for tomorrow?
When do we know we will survive
the heartbreak of a loved one lost?
Or do we even want to be alive
when we consider each breath’s cost?

Yet, this day broke fresh and new
and the sun rose slowly to the sky,
tinting the earth in a soft warm hue
as it slowly and steadily passed it by.
I will be like the sun and carry on
with touching lives around me.
Then perhaps one day you will be gone,
drowned out by the love around me.

An original poem by Miekie (Marietjie Uys).
'n Oorspronklike gedig deur Miekie (Marietjie Uys).

Marietjie Uys (Miekie) is a published author. You can buy my books here:
You can purchase Designs By Miekie 1 here.
Jy kan Kom Ons Teken en Verf Tuinstories hier koop.
Jy kan Kom Ons Kleur Tuinstories In hier koop.
Jy kan Tuinstories hier koop.
You can follow Miekie's daily Bible Study blog, Bybel Legkaart, here in English & Afrikaans.
You may prefer to follow the traveling blog, A Pretty Tourist.
For more crafty ideas and great product reviews, visit A Pretty Talent on Facebook.
If you are in a literary mood, follow Miekie's musings, stories and poetry on A Pretty Author - Miekie.
Remember to keep nurturing your TALENT for making life PRETTY.
You can subscribe to any of these blogs and receive regular updates by email. Simply register your email address at the top of the applicable blog.

Friday 6 March 2020

Gethsemane


Jesus, I contemplated what You said
when You claimed that it was done.
Did You know all that was still ahead,
and simply chose to be the obedient Son?
Then on the cross You repeated Your claim
just before You took Your final breath,
and You carried off all of our blame
before You conquered hell and death.

Only when You arose did we understand
what all it was that You had achieved,
when we looked upon Your nail-pierced hand
and considered the pardon that we’d received.
It is done,” You said in complete obedience
and proved Your love for God and man.
May I follow Your example with expedience
and submit my own life to God’s grand plan.

An original poem by Miekie (Marietjie Uys).
'n Oorspronklike gedig deur Miekie (Marietjie Uys).

Marietjie Uys (Miekie) is a published author. You can buy my books here:
You can purchase Designs By Miekie 1 here.
Jy kan Kom Ons Teken en Verf Tuinstories hier koop.
Jy kan Kom Ons Kleur Tuinstories In hier koop.
Jy kan Tuinstories hier koop.
You can follow Miekie's daily Bible Study blog, Bybel Legkaart, here in English & Afrikaans.
You may prefer to follow the traveling blog, A Pretty Tourist.
For more crafty ideas and great product reviews, visit A Pretty Talent on Facebook.
If you are in a literary mood, follow Miekie's musings, stories and poetry on A Pretty Author - Miekie.
Remember to keep nurturing your TALENT for making life PRETTY.
You can subscribe to any of these blogs and receive regular updates by email. Simply register your email address at the top of the applicable blog.

Thursday 5 March 2020

Jealousy


I had so badly wanted to trust you,
but you did not prove to be true.
Though you pretended to care deeply,
it turned out you could not even see me.

I trusted you with my hurt and pain
never realizing I shared my story in vain,
for the only thing you knew was jealousy
which you unwarrantably attached to me.

Do you now know that it was misplaced,
that it was fear- and imagination-based,
that I had no guilt or shame or false pretence?
And does this finally start to make sense?

An original poem by Miekie (Marietjie Uys).
'n Oorspronklike gedig deur Miekie (Marietjie Uys).

Marietjie Uys (Miekie) is a published author. You can buy my books here:
You can purchase Designs By Miekie 1 here.
Jy kan Kom Ons Teken en Verf Tuinstories hier koop.
Jy kan Kom Ons Kleur Tuinstories In hier koop.
Jy kan Tuinstories hier koop.
You can follow Miekie's daily Bible Study blog, Bybel Legkaart, here in English & Afrikaans.
You may prefer to follow the traveling blog, A Pretty Tourist.
For more crafty ideas and great product reviews, visit A Pretty Talent on Facebook.
If you are in a literary mood, follow Miekie's musings, stories and poetry on A Pretty Author - Miekie.
Remember to keep nurturing your TALENT for making life PRETTY.
You can subscribe to any of these blogs and receive regular updates by email. Simply register your email address at the top of the applicable blog.

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