Show Printable VersionSubscribe to this Thread Search This Thread Advanced Search   Email address Please enter your email address. TheFED - A Network of Writing and Community Publishers Search Calendar TheFED Website > Message Board > 6. July 2009 Writing Challenge   Note: This thread is locked. No new replies will be accepted. Thread Tools Search This Thread  Reply   Author Comment   TheFED      June 30, 2009 at 08:24 PM #1 TheFED Writing Challenge for July 2009 is:  'The Hand of Hope'  Writing can be in any form or style, poetry or prose.  Please encourage the rest of your group to participate, especially those who do not have access to the Internet.  You can submit your work by clicking on 'Reply' which can be found at both the top and bottom of this page. Please say which writing group (if any)y ou are a member of. All submissions will be included in TheFED Website Gallery Jan Hedger      July 01, 2009 at 12:10 PM #2 Tranquillity   Oh dear sweet woodland of pure tranquillity Oh how I bathe in your ethereal beauty Nature’s cathedral in majestic splendour, Rising, aspiring, and saluting the sky. Let not it silence fool you, nor its stillness belie For if you pause a moment upon your passing through You’ll hear a choir of angel’s song to freshen you anew. All manner of creatures are there, although hidden They’ll bid you come!  Come join in our congregation. Do as they bid, my friend, and linger a while longer Your heart will be lifted, your senses heightened, Your resolve stronger. Reach out; capture its essence secrete it away in your mind So when you feel bruised and battered, By the injustice of mankind Release it; and let the scene unfold Allow it to breathe; it’s yours to behold. Oh dear sweet woodland of pure tranquillity Oh how I bathe in your ethereal beauty.    Jan Hedger GROW   Jan Hedger      July 01, 2009 at 12:16 PM #3 There is no future, in the past. Memories of the mind Cannot be recreated For nothing is the same twice. Look to dreams of the future For that is where destiny lies, Not in that, which is left behind. Turn the key, lock the door Archive it. White lace   I dreamt I saw an angel Dressed in pure white lace Her wings they did a flutter As she beckoned from above I wanted now to join her To find freedom from the pain But there was a hand that held me From my man of forty year I turned and met his tired eyes And asked of him one last thing My hand he then let slip away You’ll always be my angel, my friend. Jan Hedger (GROW) Bruce Barnes      July 03, 2009 at 12:38 PM #4 The hand of hope In either hand a palm, one small and sticky with promise, tugging, the other broader, its lifeline crosshatched with yours, but you  never thought to walk this way alone.   Bruce Barnes-friend of Fed Lucia Birch      July 06, 2009 at 08:31 PM #5    The Hand of Hope (from a Vale House workshop Spring 2009) The hand of hope reached out across a land scarred by decades of deadly enmity its peoples ravaged, body and soul divided by religion, politics, culture, colour The war had raged for so long people had forgotten there was any other way to be But the hand of hope reached out - its palm filled with tiny seeds Long grass grew and swayed in the wind among poppies, meadowsweet and memories The hand of hope reached a little further sowing peace within the heart of humankind reminding us of love and forgiveness of sun and rain of rainbows and possibilities of extending the hands of hope. Lucia Birch (Stevenage Survivors) Josie Lawson      July 09, 2009 at 10:13 AM #6 LOST AND FOUND (Angels of our time) Peace, re-united souls Through the archives of time and distress Angel (named thirty six years on) Sam laid to rest in a service of the heart and soul Twins now respected, re-united together in the unseen world of time Mother feels a sense of light burden being lifted Understanding coming from a source that least was expected Her twins are now joined...they did not survive But the wonder of future medical science has made her wonder But milk spilled cannot be mended, but the souls within the living unseen world can Closure of the mind of concern for a lost child for so many years Angel I believe at last is now joined like the conjoined twins of the real world medically parted to help them live... imagine the lost soul of Sam crying out for his lost twin he could not find for rest - all their mother can do now is move on in the living world Knowing after communication understood at last was given Quite often, the truth of sensation of a mother against medical science should be heard Then heartache would be respected in the real world. The sensation of true light now lives Safely impacted within the peaceful relaxing soul of mother Unseen, unheard Siblings not born but miscarried - respectfully joined within family that they should have been - not lost now but surviving in the world of lost and found souls Peace is now found, souls at long last laid to rest ©9.7.09 JOSIE LAWSON All Rights Reserved (GROW) SALLY FLOOD      July 19, 2009 at 12:49 PM #7 THE HAND OF HOPE My pen in my hand traces thoughts in my mind, covers the page and slowly unwind. So many pages are covered like this, time that is mine moments of bliss. I let my hand wander free as a bird, hoping that somewhere my words will be heard. Like a violin that strums music is wrought, the rhythm of words magic is caught. This is the hand that scribbles alone, wrapped now in silence a web of my own. this is the second time i sent this poem, but it doesn't appear to be on message board, luv sally Ashley      July 19, 2009 at 10:23 PM #8 Hi Sally, This is the first time it has gone through.  I've put it up in the website gallery now.  Thanks for submitting :-) PaulEvans      July 20, 2009 at 08:12 PM #9 Paul Evans (Stevenage Survivors) Hand of Hope   In a Heavenly realm where servants toil and peace ascends while smiles blends and willow bends     The Hand of hope floats like candles lit by breezes floating on pillows in clouds of Vapor and sea creatures   Where skies and lands are harvesters of loving plans and natures environment is at ease to suit are needs   So the Hand of Hope nurtures our fragile balance in creative elements to meet a beautiful, loving, desirable Home land Jan Humphreys      July 21, 2009 at 01:14 PM #10 My hands are available to give out as much help as I can to others.  I hope that the things I try to do will make them realise that there are people, not many, who will do their best to give comfort and understanding.  So many are not able to accept help from other people.  Myself, I feel joy to think I have done something worthwhile and it certainly cleanses the mixed-up emotions in my head.  It is like a de-clutter. I have a dear friend who runs her own business.  She is finding everything getting too much for her.  She has had scaffolding around her home and months of dirt and dust.  The scaffolding is down now, so I went round and we got down to lots of cleansing.  When we finished, she said to me "I feel so much lighter, mentally.  I am seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.  Our hands of hope are nearly achieved. Jan Humphreys (GROW) Ashley Jordan      July 21, 2009 at 01:28 PM #11 The Hand of Hope The hand of hope catches all the circumstances thrown at it and holds them steady before a contemplative gaze. The hand of hope rests gently in the lap of acceptance.  It does not squeeze or clench in anger.  It remains open and relaxed. The hand of hope is always ready to greet the new, the old, the changed and the familiar. The hand of hope does not try to hold on to others. It sits with them, until they are ready to move on.  When that time comes, it acknowledges the lessons and blessings that they have brought. It lifts them up, releases them and then it waves them goodbye. The hand of hope is the hand of a mother... Ashley Jordan      July 21, 2009 at 01:33 PM #12 The Hand of Hope A hand that is extended in friendship is a hand of hope.  It aspires to both help and be helped.  It is ready to guide and to be led.  It holds the door open between two traveling souls and it carries with it the gift of time. Time to learn and grow together, time to enjoy the rewards that friendship brings and time to reflect upon the journey. Ashley Jordan (GROW) Jan Hedger      July 31, 2009 at 07:34 PM #13 Hand of Hope  If you are burdened by the load you are carrying on your shoulders  With the weight of your own problems and the worries of others Throw them back, stand tall and let the burden slip to the floor. If your feet are as heavy as lead and your footsteps laboured With every aching step you take on life’s rocky and uncertain road Stride out and find a smoother path to follow, cushioned by sweet grass. If the fear twists like a snake in the pit of your stomach, and the bile rises to Leave a bitter taste in your mouth and is swallowed along with your pride Breathe deep and let the fragrant perfume of life flow through your veins and restore your self belief. If you feel problems and despair are trapped within the cage of your head And no-one is willing to open the door to allow them to be shared Commit them to paper and let the pen become your friend. If you can hold hope in your hand, grasp it, cherish it, and believe in it, Then share that hope with those less fortunate, then hope will blossom into reality and be yours.   Jan Hedger GROW         Previous Thread | Next Thread Reply   Bookmarks    Digg  del.icio.us  StumbleUpon  Facebook  Google

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