Hettie Van Zyl
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Poem "Hailstorm":
- written March 2009
- published March 29, 2009
- viewed 59 times
Other poems by Hettie Van Zyl:
»A Falling Leaf«
»A Harsh Word«
»A Powerful tool«
»An Open Mind«
»Beginning of a new day«
»Broken Wing«
»Child of the street«
»Flames«
»Happiness«
»how?«
»In The Eyes Of A Child«
»Joyful Tear«
»Love of a real friend«
»Miracle«
»Noah's Ark«
»Price For Peace«
»Real Love«
»She cried«
»That special friend«
»That Special You«
»The Abused«
»The Gold Digger«
»The race«
»Time Limit«
»What Counts«
»When You Were Mine«
»Words«
»You«
Visit Hettie Van Zyl's profile page
Poem "Hailstorm":
- written March 2009
- published March 29, 2009
- viewed 59 times
Other poems by Hettie Van Zyl:
»A Falling Leaf«»A Harsh Word«»A Powerful tool«»An Open Mind«»Beginning of a new day«»Broken Wing«»Child of the street«»Flames«»Happiness«»how?«»In The Eyes Of A Child«
»Joyful Tear«»Love of a real friend«»Miracle«»Noah's Ark«»Price For Peace«»Real Love«»She cried«
»That special friend«»That Special You«»The Abused«»The Gold Digger«»The race«»Time Limit«»What Counts«»When You Were Mine«»Words«»You«»Hailstorm«
If ever a cloud of worries
overwhelmed you,
and it seems that your rainbow is gone,
and you try to run away
from a hailstorm
that darkened your sight for the wrong.
And when,at the end of that hailstorm,
you are wet and tired and cold
and you feel no more desirable
motifation to help you
get a grip on life where you can
hold.
Then you go and sit down for a
moment and, think about
the good things of the past.
Of the joy you felt by still alive
every morning,
A joy have wished for ever could
last.
And, just think of so many others
around you
with problems exactly the same,
and also they have to run through
the hailstorms
from a system that must get all
the blame.
Then think how precious gift
life is...
To hear, to smell,to feel and see.
Then remember the promise,
JEHOVAH gave us,
that we are going to enjoy this
precious gift life, eternaly.
overwhelmed you,
and it seems that your rainbow is gone,
and you try to run away
from a hailstorm
that darkened your sight for the wrong.
And when,at the end of that hailstorm,
you are wet and tired and cold
and you feel no more desirable
motifation to help you
get a grip on life where you can
hold.
Then you go and sit down for a
moment and, think about
the good things of the past.
Of the joy you felt by still alive
every morning,
A joy have wished for ever could
last.
And, just think of so many others
around you
with problems exactly the same,
and also they have to run through
the hailstorms
from a system that must get all
the blame.
Then think how precious gift
life is...
To hear, to smell,to feel and see.
Then remember the promise,
JEHOVAH gave us,
that we are going to enjoy this
precious gift life, eternaly.
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Hettie Van Zyl: "Thanks Mashell"- Mashell Chapeyama: "I have learned quite from your poetry. They soft and touching."
- John Paragreen: "Hi,nice piece,my only concern is the overuse of the(and)word,
good luck,john"