Hope by Kate Elliott
December 2021
I say the word
Yet do I dare
To hope for the things I truly desire?
Acceptance and love for those left out
Peace in a world where conflict prevails
Health for those who suffer
Company and love for the lonely
Nurture and respect for our world
I say the word
Loud and strong
And I know that I must act
For hope is not passive
It is not a wish granted from a tinsel wand
It is not eyes shut as clocks chime
Or as a bone splinters in a hand
It is not passive
I say the word again
It urges
For I know that hope requires much more from me
It challenges me to be my best
To make a difference
To grasp a nettle
To seize a moment
To face a foe
To do new each day
Hope doesn’t whisper; she shouts out
Act! Speak out!
Challenge!
And yet I keep my eyes tight shut
And wish for all good things.
But hope opens my eyes and my mind
To all that can be possible.
I say the word
Hope
And I take a step towards the future
St Nicholas by Stuart Underwood
Tiny eyes, as heavy as lead, fight against the grip of sleep.
Little ears like delicate shells strain to hear hooves and bells.
Not wanting to give up wakefulness tiny faces sparkle brightly in the icy glow of the moonlight.
Santa Claus is on his way, bearing gifts to please young hearts as three wise men did to the boy child on the first Noel.
All the children want to see the jolly old man clad in bright red with pure white beard and hair.
Sleep little ones, St Nicholas will only visit when you’re deep in fabulous dreams to deliver all the love the world possesses.
Poems of Courage in Elizabeth Legacy of Hope Book of Poetry
Smiling Bravely by Joanna Lumley OBE
When the world seems dark and gloomy
When you don’t know what to say
When you’re frightened, when you’re lonely
Know that it will be okay.
Walking slowly, breathing quickly,
Facing problems day by day,
Smiling Bravely, please be hopeful,
Knowing it will be okay.
We’re all in this boat together,
We shall chase your blues away,
talk to someone,
Write to someone,
Knowing it will be okay.
SNOW by Stuart Underwood
The snowflake fell as soft as love Coating the fields and trees with a layer of pure innocence.
The cold lay on the world keeping the sensible creatures deep in their homes.
Noses twitching to know when it would be possible for them to venture so very carefully into the crisp morning sun.
The remains of the storm vanished with the wind into the distance.
Leaving the beauty that only Mother Nature can provide.
Nothing would disturb the perfection of the snowfall leaving just the eyes of the birds in flight to see the crimson brilliance exploding off the landscape.
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