The news recently feels rather relentlessly gloomy. I find genuine comfort in the blanketing dark of these midwinter nights, but last night as I looked out of the black window, I sensed a collective sadness that was impossible to overlook. This was my response. I don’t normally write in rhyme, as I often feel it seems too contrived, but this is how it came out; perhaps to lighten the weight of the subject matter and feeling. It finishes with hope. Always hope.
All is not calm
All is not bright
It feels unlike peace in our world tonight
With lorries stranded at clogged up ports
And people who cannot be where they ought
There are shops that can’t open
Businesses shut
People bereft of jobs that were cut
I look to the night and imagine the faces
Of people abandoned in lonely places
I feel the world shedding a communal tear
And I long to embrace it and push away fear
Alone in our homes we can reach for each other
From this desolate season spark hope to recover
Find a star we can follow and seek out some joy
Like the wise men were led to the sweet baby boy
I sit by my tree with its twinkling lights
And I send out a plea to this sodden still night
That wherever you be and whatever your pain
You’ll have courage and kindness and hope once again
Let there be calm
Bring in the bright
I wish for you heavenly peace tonight.
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