Poets' Corner

GIFTS

All that was planted to grow from within
and inspire all that I am in the service I bring -
for the good of the Giver and the needs of His world;
for the hands of the hoping in the rags of their poverty;
for the health of community when all that has been is dismantled and fails;
In this comes rebuilding of brick upon brick and life within life:
grace converts into gifts expressed in its service.

Robin Perry

WHERE WERE YOU GOD?

The baby boy died
I prayed for his life
But you lied
Now my life is full of strife

I see his mum and dad
They look so sad
Denied of given love
All they see now is a dove

There is a cross on the grave
Everybody is so brave
I wish he could have been saved
So with us he could have stayed

I wanted to give him a toy
To see his face full of joy
I will never be able to play
Or grow old with the baby boy

Ed Moore aged 14

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