Thursday, 11 December 2014 00:00

A scared and tired father

A scared and tired father

 

A scared and tired father

A woman pregnant and in pain

An uncertain future for an unborn child

Who’ll face anger, exclusion, and disdain

Behind a census of statistics

We still hide the human face

Of a desperation that dares to dream 

- That begs of another, grace.

But that one who said he had nothing,

There’s nothing here left to give

Was it in putting a face to a number he knew

You deserved not just to survive but to live?

And when he stretched an open hand

Did God’s kingdom touch this earth?

And is this still an incarnation moment

When we dare believe in the other’s worth?

When we smile ‘come in and welcome’

To those whose lives are tattered and torn

In these the tiniest glimmers of hope 

– Each day anew the Messiah is born.

 

 

by Stephanie Neville

 

A poem by Steph Neville, a St. Chad's Sanctuary volunteer

 

 

Published in Reflections
Friday, 26 September 2014 11:37

A poem by one of our Asylum Seekers, Agnes.

Agnes Tanoh is a regular attender at Sr. Margaret’s BSOL (Bible for Speakers of Other Languages) class. The class have been studying the Lord’s Prayer, and were asked to write their own versions of it for homework.

 

A word to my God.

 

Why can’t I overcome?

These are the questions I ask myself daily.

Even though times are hard,

In this difficult situation,

I have taken the decision to have confidence in You.

You are the same today and tomorrow,

You are faithful for you have never let me fall.

This is why I have never doubted You

You provide for my needs according to Your generosity.

You are my support, my refuge and my stronghold

Apart from You, I have no one else to call on

Even if everything is hard, I have decided to believe in Your word.

YawheJire, you will provide.

Glory to You for all eternity. Amen

 

by Agnes Tanoh

Published in St. Chad's Blog
Friday, 05 September 2014 11:31

Poetry by St. Chad's Sanctuary Asylum Seekers

After a very successful summer school in August 2014, we can now start to see the fruits of our Asylum Seekers’ labours.

 

Stephanie Neville ran a Poetry workshop and below is one group’s poem. Well done Steph.

 

Poetry Group at St Chad's Sanctuary

 

The Magic Box

(Inspired by Kit Wright’s Magic Box)

By Murad, Hamid, Nasradin, Adel and Fadi

 

I will put in the box

The fresh sea air blowing across the beach

The joyful sounds of splashing and laughter

The taste of salty sea water on the tip of my tongue

 

I will put in the box

My first innocent idea when I wake up in the morning sunlight

The glorious adventure of a wonderful childhood

The happy memory of the days of my past where there were no cloudy skies

 

I will put in the box

The journey to discover a world I have never seen before

The sound of new languages when I travel the world

A carnival atmosphere where everyone understands the language of dancing and music

 

I will put in the box

My first kiss, my first sadness, my first forgiveness, my first goodbye

A rainbow of emotions over which I fly with bird-like wings

A celebration of the memory of the first day of a new life

 

My box is fashioned from dreams becoming a new reality,

with smiles on the lid and laughter in the corners.

Its hinges are the innocent kisses of children.

 

I shall surf in my box

On the great high-rolling breakers of the wild Atlantic

Then wash ashore on a yellow beach

The colour of the sun.

Published in St. Chad's Blog