Haven by Guy Stephenson

(For Dolores and Attracta, with thanks)

Hope is too much
to hope for
when the red door opens.

Hope gives ears that listen
hands to point direction
heads that offer healing
hearts that know the score;
hope lies within walls
that make shelter
for a life disjointed
sundered, desperate;
hope’s walls build
rooms in which to
examine, reflect
and mend.

Walls that open
to skies
that ceaselessly enlighten
to waters
that always change;
waters on whose reflections
spaces for changes
cleanse souls anew;
skies sewn by swallows that swoop
gather fragments of lives unhinged
to drop in some far-off

Souls washed
brains cleared
bodies fed
can grasp reality once more
reach back, examine
the lives they lived
the wrongs they did
and learn to forgive:
learn again to see
begin to listen
open hearts
know gratitude
make amends
plot a new course
dare to hope.

Hope is a haven
on the banks of the Moy.

Guy Stephenson lives in Co Donegal, Ireland. Work has appeared in: Contemporary Haibun Online North West Words Magazine Present Time Magazine NWW Poetry For Spaces series Shortlisted: 2013 North West Words/Donegal Creameries Poetry Competition Joint Second Prize: 2013 Frances Browne Multilingual Poetry Competition Second Prize: Read DL Creative Writing Competitions 2013, 2014.

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