A Painting Kahlo, a Repentant David, and the Power of Inner Healing.

By William Van Zyl Published in September, 2024 Dark clouds accumulated in the distance, and flashes of lightning lit up some of the tall trees. The cracking sound of thunder followed.  A gentle deer roams peacefully in the serene embrace of a tranquil forest.  Suddenly, arrows pierce her side, each impact echoing like thunder. She… Continue reading A Painting Kahlo, a Repentant David, and the Power of Inner Healing.

Lead me to the Rock that is Higher than I.

By William Van Zyl Published on 25 September 2024 David refers to the Rock—his Rock and Fortress—in the Psalms. Where did he get this idea from?  The Rock is the Lord Jesus Christ (1 Corinthians 10:4; Psalm 89:26), and He is that same Rock yesterday, today, and forever, He does not change (Hebrews 13:8). Where… Continue reading Lead me to the Rock that is Higher than I.

How to Write Like a King

By William Van Zyl (Published on 1 June, 2024) Have you ever considered how a shepherd could write some of the most significant words we know? How did he do it? This shepherd lived around 1040–970 BC. How was he educated? Was he homeschooled? Did he perhaps read through the ancient Jewish scrolls (the first… Continue reading How to Write Like a King

The World’s shortest Poems.

By William Van Zyl (published September 2021) Listen to the podcast of this article online as a blog post: https://www.podbean.com/ew/pb-5iaj8-10f7cbb Have you ever wondered what is the shortest poem ever written? After a search, here is a result. The shortest poem in the English language, by the late great Muhammad Ali, is simply “Me, We”.… Continue reading The World’s shortest Poems.

My Poem is locked up in a sweet Mandarin; my Identity is sprinkled with spicy Cinnamon.

Listen to the article and poem: https://www.podbean.com/ew/pb-5wky8-10fc1f0 By William Van Zyl (Aug 2021) After writing this personal poem – ‘I come from …’ you will not believe how good I felt afterwards! Also, my creativity soared. The expression of my feelings and thoughts – at the same time delving into the great memories from the… Continue reading My Poem is locked up in a sweet Mandarin; my Identity is sprinkled with spicy Cinnamon.