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Guardian Angel
A little speck of God
And just for me;
Not because God needs you
As an extra hand,
But my sight's so poor
I cannot see infinity
And eyes prefer to focus
On what's near,
You're at my back, unseen,
But always there
Supporting when I faint
Cheering when I droop
Exhorting when I despair
Loving where I despise;
Lifting up my heart to sense anew
The path which always leads me back to You.
Brian Hick December 2014
©copyright Sally Hick 29.11.25
1416
Where is the Way of Joy for human-kind,
The truth that goes beyond the damning law,
The No, the blank refusal where we find
Hope dashed and Faith reduced to little more
Than Rules which serve to batter down and bind
A love forever flowing for the poor?
Cut through the red tape, let the Torah go,
Seek the Law whose truth cannot be heard;
Throw off the shackles, let the ideas flow
Beyond the cage of language where the word
Seeks to stultify what Love would grow;
Then as Babel's disparate voices fall
The Way of Joy may fill the hearts of all.
Brian Hick December 2014
©copyright Sally Hick 26.11.25
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The first week of Advent
Time to mix the pud
Order up the turkey
And everything that's good.
The second week of Advent
Have you got the tree?
How about the presents
For Dot and Aunty B?
The third week of Advent
Panic setting in
Haven't done the Christmas cards;
Oh, where will I begin?
The fourth week of Advent
Presents round the tree
All the food is in the fridge
Time for a G&T.
Christmas Eve, it's quiet
For the children are in bed
Midnight Mass on tele
And carrot by the shed.
Christmas Day is dawning
And suddenly you're here
With Angel voices calling
To put away all fear.
Brian Hick December 2014
©copyright Sally Hick 24.11.25
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Christchurch bells toll out the quarter hours
Across the silence of the city night.
Two-fifteen, two-thirty, three o'clock,
I lie and wait, contented for the light
To cross the Liffey, climb Fishamble Street
Putting dawn's grey emptiness to flight.
Waiting is easy, waking brings back pain,
Recalling all the things I haven't done
And those I did so poorly I regret
The fact I tried, preferring to have won
At very little than fail at something which
Just puts me off before I have begun.
But the night has passed, the day is here,
Your love abides, so I've no need to fear.
Brian Hick November 2014
©copyright Sally Hick 19.11.25
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Dublin 20-16 November
Gatwick airport has
Decided to be human;
And about time too.
Forty minutes late
And the plane is as hot as
A wrestler's jock strap.
What she claims to be
Hand baggage would keep me for
Two weeks in the Med!
Our room has many
Hangers and a mini-bar;
They'd like us to stay.
Lunch at The Norseman;
Large party of happy Finns
Slurping up the Guinness.
Guinness has learned from
Disney to turn everything
Into a theme park.
I poured a perfect
Pint of Guinness and have a
Photo to prove it.
Dutch apple cake and
Cream will fill a gap before
Dinner this evening.
Wallace Taverna, Dublin
Grappa and double
Espresso so good that I
Could be in Florence.
Four- fifteen a m
She knocks and shouts to her friend;
Oh these young tourists.
Matt Talbot
They'd make him a saint
But all we can see is a man
Disturbed and alone.
Costa in Dublin
Breakfast at Costa
With Romanian waitress;
Good to feel at home.
Lunch back at O'Neill'sėēēéééééééé
With soup, oysters and Guinness;
What more could you ask?
A final Guinness
A last hot whiskey before
Farewell to Ireland
But we'll be back for more!
Dublin déjà vu
One week on I'm back
In Café Rouge for onion
Soup and minute steak.
I know I'm back home -
The one pub at Charing Cross
Does not serve Guinness.
Brian Hick November 2014
©copyright Sally Hick 15.11.25
