Midifo Yearns

Rookie (16 January 1949 / Pretoria)

Midifo Yearns Poems

41. On Tower Hill 9/16/2009
42. Don’t Cry 9/16/2009
43. God’s Broken Heart 9/16/2009
44. Take Hold 9/16/2009
45. Muted War Cry 9/16/2009
46. Wild Dreams 11/19/2009
47. He’s Gone 11/19/2009
48. Sacred Pain 11/19/2009
49. Wilted Rose 11/19/2009
50. Great Cause Lost 11/19/2009
51. Delivery Protest 11/19/2009
52. Places, Spaces, Traces 11/19/2009
53. What Do You See? 11/19/2009
54. Gethsemane 11/19/2009
55. Augustine Of Hippo: A Tribute 11/19/2009
56. Look Into The Crib 11/19/2009
57. Embrace 12/5/2009
58. All Is Well 12/5/2009
59. God So Fair 12/5/2009
60. Emmanuel 12/5/2009
61. Constant Yearning 12/5/2009
62. Know Not How 12/5/2009
63. Freedom 12/5/2009
64. On Cobbled Street 12/5/2009
65. Midnight Dream 12/5/2009
66. Could Mother Earth Ere Bring A Scene More True 12/5/2009
67. Hodegetria (One Who Points The Way) 12/9/2009
68. Bernini’s Teresa Of Avila 12/9/2009
69. At St Francis’ Tomb 12/9/2009
70. Breakthrough 12/9/2009
71. Changing Of The Guard 12/9/2009
72. Nunc Dimittis 12/9/2009
73. Cocktails 12/9/2009
74. Silent Threshold 12/9/2009
75. Forever One 12/16/2009
76. Gone The Days Of Life 7/17/2009
77. Mystery Of Desire 7/17/2009
78. Pilgrim Song 7/17/2009
79. Sacred Child 7/17/2009
80. Sonnet At The Sea 7/17/2009

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Best Poem of Midifo Yearns

Ageing

With age the questions come and go
and life begins its doubts to sow
for somehow now truth stands alone
and can no more be carved in stone;
for truth is fragile, life a passing gift
and all our certainties begin to shift
and so our hearts are bruised by doubt
our minds obscured and mute our shout
but there is beauty in that truth
and though the storm be rough, and
strong the winds, the sails are tough
and the hand that calms the storm
remains at the helm, and love guides
our lives to safe solace and peaceful amen.

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Sacred Child

Sacred child, dancing in the wind of time
singing in the heart, playing on the flute
of lost memories, finding there the rhyme
to bring to life songs and hymns that suit
seeking, ever seeking, cause of great joy
playful abandon in abandoned play
that searches old man to find missing boy
and allow a toothless mouth to have its say.
Sacred child, anchored in the hope of more,

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