Unequally Yoked: Speaking from the Heart

Dr. Deborah Bowie

Format ISBN Price   Paperback (5x8) 9781434377524 £ 6.80

This book is a compilation of poetry written over a period of three and a half years. To be unequally yoked means to be joined together with someone who does not share the same beliefs. The Bible tells us to be equally yoked, but often the feelings of the flesh overpower us and we forget to do that. When one person is striving to walk in the will of God and the other has not settled yet, the terms Unequally Yoked come to mind, hence the title of the book. Written from the perspective of a married woman trying to raise two boys, many women (married or single) will be able to relate to the thoughts in this book. Not to limit the audience, there may be men who suffer the consequences of being Unequally Yoked as well.

These are the comments peers have given in response to reading the pages of my life….

I started reading and I can’t stop.

                                                                Vernita

I’m posting this one on my wall.                                                                                                                                                                 Liz

You said on paper what many women say in their heart and mind!

                                                                                                                                Rose

 

I am a wife of nine years and the mother of two wonderful boys. I found comfort in expressing my feelings in poetry. In the beginning, I did not intend to make public my most private feelings. As I live life and come into contact with many people, I have found that many women, specifically, experience the very same roller coaster feelings that I do. Because I love my husband and I know that he loves me, I hope to one day prepare a sequel to this book sharing all of the joyous times to come.

Alone

It hurts my heart each time you turn and walk right out the door

The pain is most excruciating, yet my pain’s ignored

To have to sit here lonely, reading each and every day

I hint, I beg, I ask, I plea for you to please stay.

Could it be so bad to spend so much precious time with me?

It must be if for anyone else from me you always flee

I try to tell myself each time that all is still okay

But it still hurts my heart, to see you go away

I try to find my strength, within my Bible book

At the same time, I wait for you every time I look

One day, I say, one day will come when you and I are one

The day we only look at each other and even call that fun.