Inspire

 

Inspire

With words that lift me,

Raise my gaze above the maze

Of endless days following routine;

Gently sift my enquiring mind

Shift me beyond what lies behind

So I can find my real design.

I want to fly.

 

Inspire

With words that move me,

Stir my gut to quench the 'buts'

That shut me out of cool renewal;

Waken my sense of heart and soul

Release in me the standing tall

Call out the vibrant beauty of it all.

I want to fly.

 

Inspire

With words that arrest me,

Revive my will, make me still

And suggest new ways of being;

Give me space to run the race

Address reality face to face

And live courageous full of grace.

I want to fly.

 

​

I will hope

 

Hope is a smile in a sea of sullen

Faces,

It reveals new traces

Of love.

 

Hope is a fluttering whisper breaking

Into silence,

It conveys the sweet essence of

Of life.

 

Hope is a flash of brilliant colour in the

Margins of grey;

It’s a tender warm touch on a rough

And lonely day,

A fresh new season, presenting the reason

For being alive;

A real possibility in an impossible

World.

 

Hope is always present waiting to be

Noticed;

Hope is always hovering wanting to

Descend,

And befriend;

Though very often buried, by-passed and

Crowded out

Amid echoing anxieties and awkward

Wounds of doubt;

Hope remains; eternally patient,

Ready.

Hope is a seed to be sown and

Made known today;

A sentence to be spoken to the broken-

Hearted stranger,

An idea to be grasped, at last,

And held fast.

 

Hope stirs up life in desolate places,

It enriches the years and puts all our fears

Into perspective.

It tickles lips to laughter,

It’s a real new starter,

Like spice to the taste

Like balm to the face

Like rhythm to the feet.

Hope is a kiss, sheer bliss.

It caresses the soul serene,

Says I’m welcome home again

​

© 2020 GUY ROTHWELL