prayer scraps

Ever wondered why homeless people do not beg by the church?

If I was homeless, I would get some paper from WH Smith

and tear it up into strips.

I would put it in the basket by the church entrance

and ask people to write down their prayers.

I would beg for their prayers to be answered.

I would beg more fervently than Father Alan.

But no, I am not allowed to sit there.

Just as well, cause the porch is windy,

The gate is heavy,

and the church goers are weighted down by guilt.

They whisper in my ear: ‘pray for my mother, my brother, my child’

The gale whistles and lifts up the scraps,

Upwards and downwards they float little boats of hope:

Please help me find my soul cause it’s wandering.’

HAPPY Diwali – Festival of Lights – 1-7th November at Caldmore Community Garden

FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS 1-7th NOVEMBER FREE ENTRY A week of creativity, music, poetry and performing arts in Caldmore to light up all the community. MONDAY 1st November 6PM LET THERE BE LIGHT – SWITCHING ON CALDMORE COMMUNITY GARDEN ILLUMINATIONS Time to turn on the lights! Infamous Arts have been working tirelessly to light up the […]

Festival of Lights – 1-7th November at Caldmore Community Garden