The Scars of Life

The Scars of Life 

You are not broken.

You display the scars of life.

When you are at lowest,

The pain you feel,

Will shape the future you.

You are not broken 

You are growing

Day by day ❤️

J C Hicks copyright 17-12-22

The Great British Weather

The Great British Weather 

Brrrr it’s so cold I can’t feel my feet!

It’s like Dancing On Ice out on the street.

We’ve not had it this cold for so many months.

Well I think we may have had frost just the once.

It’s artic you know, I can’t feel my nose.

My whole body is frozen right down to my toes.

The weather man said it was going to be cold.

Apparently the wind will increase sevenfold! 

But didn’t you hear there’s rain on the way.

It’s supposed to arrive tomorrow, during the day.

Oh I don’t like the rain, it will be wet and windy. 

As the rain droplets run off my nose I feel wimpy.

I mean it’s just not like Christmas when it’s warm and wet. 

Did you place your annual white Christmas bet? 

Be nice to see the beautiful sunshine again.

Wind and rain, tut tut, it really is such a pain.

Did you hear about poor Rita? She slipped on the ice!

In some ways having it a bit warmer would be nice.

But it just doesn’t feel festive when it’s damp and wet.

Thank goodness I didn’t place that white Christmas Day bet. 😜

J C Hicks Copyright 17-12-22

A Glimmer of Hope and Light

My breath pours out 

Dancing in the cold air.

I sit, lonely and sad

In complete despair. 

I look at my breath 

As it leaves my mouth.

Hanging in the air

Ghost like floating about.

It’s so cold I can’t move

I can’t feel my fingers or toes.

The saddest thing is I’m here

All alone - and nobody knows. 

Sat in my sanctuary - my home

With windows that sparkle with ice.

You’d think it looks pretty 

But with no heat - it’s a sacrifice.

A tear falls from my eye 

And I hang my head low.

What if I die here

And nobody knows. 

My heart hurts so much

With pain I’ve not known. 

Sat in one chair it’s become

Like a poisonous throne.

I can’t afford heat

And I can’t afford food. 

I sit and wonder 

How would my life be viewed. 

When we say the word home

It conjures an image of warmth. 

Not a cold, lifeless place

Soulless and forlorn.

The silence is deafening 

The TV a blank box.

Beyond that dark screen 

An ironic paradox. 

The light slowly fades 

And I know it will get colder.

This isn’t what I dreamt of

When I envisaged getting older. 

As the darkness creeps 

across the icy cold room.

I know it’s going to get 

so much colder soon.

I clasp my hands together

And look up towards the Lord. 

Praying for the heat

That I just can’t afford. 

If tonight is my last night

On this lowly earth.

I pray that my life

At least held some worth. 

Darkness surrounds me 

And the coldness is biting.

So I draw my freezing body 

Under the blankets in hiding. 

Please let me live

Survive this bitterly cold night.

Please let tomorrow 

Bring a glimmer of hope and light. 

J C Hicks copyright © 

16.12.22

A Truly Special Day

A Truly Special Day

I’m carrying a precious load

We’ve travelled many miles.

Despite our dusty journey

I still see Joseph smile.

I know there’s something special

About to happen soon.

So I must keep plodding on

Guided by the stars and moon.

My hooves and limbs are aching

But I wouldn’t stop and rest.

I know to have this honour

I have been truly blessed.

I see Joseph look at Mary 

His eyes full of hope and love.

He wonders if theirs will be 

A story that others may write of.

Mary smiles and thanks him

For being by her side.

Joseph promised her that

They will soon be by a fireside.

They have no wealth or riches

But they ensure I am looked after.

And despite the weary journey

I can hear their gentle laughter.

I tread as gently as I can 

Because I know Mary is with child

I try my best to take it steady 

And be gentle, soft and kind.

We reach our destination 

But alas there is no room.

It seems our search for shelter 

Sadly must resume. 

I can see in Joseph’s eyes

The fear that he is feeling.

An inn keeper offers them shelter

But it’s really not appealing.

Joseph smiles and thanks him

As he shows them to the stable.

The floor is laced with straw 

And there’s a manger for a cradle.

I stand very quiet and still 

as Joseph lifts Mary down.

I sense that this unborn baby

Will be a King without a crown.

The stable is cold and draughty 

But Mary doesn’t seem to mind.

Her son is born that night

A birth that will change all mankind.

I know my part in the story

Was just a small one to play.

But I knew the load I carried

Would change the world one day.

I look on in awe and wonder 

as the baby lies asleep.

This special, precious moment 

Forever in my heart I will keep.

I may be just a lowly donkey

But I had my part to play. 

My instincts had told me 

this would be a truly special day. 

Copyright © J C Hicks

13.12.22