Poetry by Linda Hoult



Heaven Sent



Mummy, I hear you cry when daddy's asleep.
When you look at my teddy bear that you keep.
I know you've many questions and ask "Why Us ?"
I was a much wanted baby. Losing me feels unjust.
Daddy, I know that you're hurting deep inside.
You think you've failed somehow to protect our lives.
You thought life was perfect with mummy and me.
Now you're angry with fate: How could it be ?
God knew there was something wrong with me,
So wanted me to live with you and see
What lovely parents you both are
So I could love you from afar.
You're special people and I want you to know
That God chose you to look after me - so
You shouldn't think you're in any way to blame;
Or feel unable to ever speak my name.
Although you can' t watch me play or grow up:
Or teach me to drink from a nursery cup.
I'll watch you bring up my sister and brother,
Who in the future will bring you closer together.

So mummy don't weep, for I am loved here too;
And daddy feel proud because I look like you.
Please remember I'll be close to you forever.
I have not died: I just live with another.

Copyright ©1989 Linda Hoult

Dove On The Wing



Be as proud of your work and good intentions
As we always were but in retrospection.
Be glad that your vulnerability and sincerity
Seeped into the souls of a Nation unwittingly.
Just to see you, the sick and dying found uplifting.
A touch from your hand, a kind word encouraging.
Your beauty and smile always shone from within you.
The gift of love and compassion unselfishly given too.
Be sure your memory joins hands across continents
And your causes carry on in your name with confidence.
Our outpouring of grief overflow into oceans worldwide.
Flowing like a current on a healing tide.
Now you're free as a white dove on the wing;
Diana, our Princess and mother of future King.
Be embraced by our love and guilt and sorrow
Of losing you and never seeing you again tomorrow.

Copyright ©1997 Linda Hoult


Out On A Limb



I fell mortally wounded at the second barbed wire fence.
Why was I feeling ? Why could I still sense ?
My body was there for all others to see,
but I could see them; why couldn't they see me ?
The wonder that filled me I wanted to share;
but when I asked them, no-one was there.
My life had been a flame that flickered bright and dim,
And fate had snuffed it out and made me feel out on a limb:
But suddenly before me there came a welcoming light
That beckoned my whole being and soothed my stress and fright.
From that moment on I embraced the realisation
That I had carried on but in another dimension.
There had been no ending for I could see and feel;
But there was a beginning-from the unreal to the real.

Copyright ©1989 Linda Holt


Lonely Love



A broken romance happens to many a heart;
When the one you love wants to live apart.
All you wanted was your love to stay,
And hope somehow they could find a way.
But sometimes your love cannot work,
And one of you finds they will be hurt.
You were two lonely souls who found each other,
For a sweet, brief time of loving together.
But when it's over, you grieve on your own,
Because you were left all alone;
Wondering how you can carry on,
And why it all went so very wrong.
You found your love just wasn't enough,
To hold you together when the pressures were tough.
But there comes a time when you have to let go.
Time helps to heal the despair and woe;
And you stop trying to see the wherefores and whys,
And feeling that you must be where the blame lies.
Your lonely love now has nowhere to go,
'Til you find another who'll love you also.

Copyright ©1990 Linda Hoult


The Symphony Of Life



A piano can be likened to a world of different creeds;
With blacks and whites crowded within rigid boundaries.
Whilst humankind is comparable with aimless musical notes,
All trying to play the song of life from the manuscript God wrote.
Racial hatred, Greed and envy and disharmony abound.
Shouts of war, cries of pain and other discordant sounds.
Striking the wrong notes in chaotic cacophony;
Ignoring Nature's tempo and Man's inner sanctuary.
But the human soul is like a tune running through our head;
Tangible, yet untouchable like a thought left unsaid.
It's there as our conscience on the bottom line;
Waiting to be liberated at a better time.
If only we could see the keys of knowledge are at hand;
Longing to be touched by the brotherhood of Man.
Waiting for us to learn that Christ is the major key,
Whose teachings are to live together in peacful harmony.
This means we need a song for the whole world to sing.
Each as brother and sister on an equal footing.
Compassion and forgivness is part of its melody;
Sacrifice and love completes the symphony.

Copyright ©1989 Linda Hoult


Criterion



Judgments are chameleons of Time.
A paradox to a death from a birth.
Ever changing 'twixt vile and sublime;
Weaving destiny for Man and Earth.
One agreement whether by elder or child
Could be suffering for other's unseen.
The key to Right shifting and beguiled;
In bondage of Law or ignorance mean.
What measure or gauge principled matter ?
Is Avarice the stone of criterion ?
Should seas of compassion reign over latter ?
What fulcrum levers judgments on ?
Why eons of hunger and drought in nations;
Billions decaying to skeletal dust:
Creatures succumbing to oil and radiations,
Extinct and consumed by judgmental cost ?
Carry on blinkered shall be ill fated.
Heading to darkness and poisoned air.
Earth unsustained and stripped naked.
Humanity without: crying despair.
If love is the scale to read the balance:
How can nation's cruel advances barter ?
Watching after, caring all sides parlance
Must be judgment's new Criterion Charter.

Copyright ©1997 Linda Hoult


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