God openbaar Homself

God openbaar Homself in ons lewens
In tye en maniere wat ons laat besef dat Hy alleen die bron
van alle waarheid en kennis is.

Hy verander winter in somer
Hartseer en pyn gee vir Hom kans
Om ons van binne aan te raak
En ons met Sy liefde heel te maak.

Ons omstandighede
Maak dat Hy ons kan aanraak
En ons seer en pyn kan vat
Om n getuienis van Sy getrouheid te wees.

Deur Sy werk in ons lewens
Leer ons Hom ken as die Geneser, voorsiener en versorger
Van alles wat ons daagliks nodig het.

(C) Ellie Bezuidenhout

A modicum of reality; A modicum of delirium

Birth and expiration is in close proximity;
However, ironically it infers open contrariness…
Disparage the ignoble, and seek those of equanimity;
Abhor the sinned, and seek those of kindness.
For The Creator is nothing, yet everything_
The Creator is neither male nor female nor transgender-
It is in this thought that we stimulate finding
To find the creator of The Creator thru wonder-
Attempt to search for me, and I shall come,
Call upon my name, and I will undoubtedly hear,
Speak to me, and I shall eternally listen;
Display compassion, and you will attain salvation.
Contemplate about my nonexistence and decipher your birth;
Meditate upon my existence and decipher your expiration.

Broken hope

The world is broken
My heart is sore
My tears have fallen
My mind is numb my thoughts are raw

They called us a coming generation
In the olden days they believed
That we’ll be a united nation
Wherever they be they’re grieved

A child is pregnant and called a teen parent
A boy sleeps in booze as though he’s old
I lift my hands in full surrender right at this current
For what I see is a generation giving no hope.

This is our never to be fixed world
I’ll live to heal it with words…

Thoughts of love

As I sat by the river and watched the world go by.
I couldn’t help to keep myself from thinking about the times we used to share when life was young and simple.
living in moments rather than time.
I missed the love we used to share, even though it felt like a battlefield some of the time, it made me complete all the time.
I missed the times when you used to tell me that I’m good at my thing but I told you that I’m good at you cause you were my sweet yellow bone thing.
The fights and arguments we had were nothing compared to the joy that came after them.
Which is why I don’t wanna love without you cause your a lost I can’t replace.
It timmed me for a moment, then I took a moment of silent to honour that,
Your love was like raindrops to my heart cause everytime it rained my life used to blossom.
I remember how I used to go home but become home sick without you cause everything I touched used to break, breaking my heart even more.
My past mornings have been nothing but a lie cause I used to wake up in gentle hands yet in great pain from the inside without your smile by my side.
Yet today I’m still standing still for you cause the fire is out but the ashes are still burning in my heart.
And I will never say goodbye to you cause there is no good in goodbye.

Love, the moon & the sun x.

The moon & the sun
Are at other sides,
However together,
With their love
They make a world,
With the calming chaotic ocean tides,
And undiscovered iceburgs,
And land forming embedding roots
And rain falling slowly to bring life.
They’re are paralleling opposites
Giving eachother a time to be,
A time to shine,
They are slowly creating an


As I lie awake at night and gaze upon the stars
My visions carry me to far away places, sometimes even Mars

Discovering exotic islands, untouched by the human hand,
To bathe in crystal waterfalls and dance on beaches of pure white sand.

Exploring the ancient pyramids of Giza, and the Sphinx of Egypt old
Behold this imposing wonder, of which ageless tales have been told.

To walk in the footsteps of Caesar, through the majestic Colosseum of Rome.
Where gladiators fought in fierce combat and prayers were offered in the Pantheon Dome.

I swim within the ocean, to the depths of Poseidon’s lair,
Discovering a world… spectacular, of which most mortals are completely unaware.

I journey on the adventurous path of my vivid imagination.
So when life seems dismal and dreary, my dreams are my inspiration.

A Story about a Girl

I have to tell a story
About a girl who had no glory

Outspoken yet so broken
Being rude,
Always in a mood

Never had luck with guys
They will take one look at her and realize,
That they want her friend in the dazzling disguise

She felt very unattractive
Yet wanted to be active

Always taking a back seat
Never felt strong enough to take the lead

Wanting no-one to know
The true beauty inside, who wants to burst out and show

She started to analyze and delve
Within herself
Believed that there was something within her,
She just needed to stir

She became beautiful and bold
She discovered gold

Humble and kind
With an open and wise mind

She realized the fight was never external
It was always internal

She is now happy and content with her beautiful soul
She has reached her utmost goal
Her inner beauty is what makes her glow
Yes from insecure to bold she did grow
The way she sway her hips when she walks
The kind words she says when she talks
Her heart filled with love, compassion and integrity
This is her serendipity

How can the world turn so bad at the end of the day.

In the morning early
I wake up
Outside though the window
I take a careful look
To how the wonderful world
In its sleeping beauty is silent
With the orange dawn promising another day to live

In the morning early
When the shinning stars of the night
Have fallen down upon us
Outside through the window
I pay a critical look

Up in the beautiful high sky
Dancing and singing, the birds
For a day has dawned
Trees camouflaged in green,
Marching sideways like a given command.
Tips of the green-
Grass sparkling of joy and
Flowers flashing their happiness in the colours of the rainbow
Butterflies wondering in the air and demonstrating free will.

In the morning early
I wake up
Outside through the window
I gaze and gaze
When the world is still innocent and
Full of promises

Outside through the window I look, every morning and the same question keeps popping; how can the world turn so bad at the end of the day?

Unexplained_ Enermy at Work

Church a holy place to be
In front for everyone to see

This was her place, in the wooden bench
Now it makes perfectly sense

She looked at me, with mixed emotions on her face
Actually it was with utmost disgrace

I couldn’t understand, maybe it was because I was late
Next to her glaring at me was her sister, her best mate

Concentrating on church was hard
But I’ve tried my best from the start

Snap out of it, church is on
Oh my word, it’s actually done

She stood in the bench waiting on me
This I could clearly see

She took my hand, said Merry Christmas and my name
This is such a shame
Because she is playing a deadly game

The next year was the same story
She was in it for her glory

People don’t mind what they do to you
Happiness she wanted too

Never again she mentioned my name
Only in church when she was playing this game


Today I ask the question, why me?
An answer I need, I beg of you, I plea

I seriously cannot handle it all
Because I know I’m bond to fall

Don’t you know that this can bruise?
Like seriously, would you think this is a path I would choose?

I cannot run away
Because in this game I was stationary and now it’s my turn to play

But I’m not strong enough
Why not choose someone that s tough?

It’s not that I under estimate me
But through my eyes this is all that I can see

Someone small, scared and alone
Why can’t I be tough, big with a heart that turned to stone?

I don’t know the purpose of it all
What will I learn when I eventually fall?
Is this my purpose is this my call?

All odds are against me
Everyone can clearly see

Please tell me what I should do
Send a directive with guidelines too

Because I was never here in my life before
Always behind a safe and locked door

The door swung open and I’m supposed to act
Confidence now is what I lack

Because I really don’t know the way forward from here
Yes I confess…it’s called FEAR!!!