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Lord I need to hear your voice
Though I may not understand;
Lord I need to feel you near
Though I've not the strength to stand;
Lord I need to know you love
Though my love to you is weak;
Lord I need to give you thanks
Though I hardly dare to speak
For you are all that I could need
All that I desire;
Oh, fill me with your boundless love
Your passion and your fire.
Brian Hick January 2015
©copyright Sally Hick 23.1.26
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So what does this year promise as I sit
In contemplation on the train to Stafford
For a family party and a chance
To catch up with those we seem to know
Only through facebook or the odd
Skype appearance at Christmas or New Year.
Some more long distance walks, the Arun Isles?
Well maybe if the knees and legs hold out;
More likely the odd days across the Downs
With ever longer pub-stops and the excuse
That getting out at all is worth the risk
Of injury to hip or a slipped disc.
But this is incidental when the truth
Is laughing at me even as I plan
My life, as if I had the means to nudge
Events to go the way they ought to be
Rather than accept that everything
Is far beyond my reason or control.
Brian Hick December 2014
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Christmas is here; the cards all tell the story
And decorations fill the empty space
Where day by day the Christ-child and his glory
Should radiate his peace throughout the place;
But even as we sing the shepherd's tale
With angels bringing light to all the earth
The violence of man seems to prevail
And no one cares what single lives are worth.
Sing then, sing aloud for all to hear
Overcome the cries of sin and pain,
Purge away the terror and the fear
For Christ is born in Bethlehem again.
Brian Hick December 2014
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Morgentraum
A Christmas wedding; the church is all abuzz
With friends who have not been in touch for years
Relatives who hardly ever speak
And youngsters who will soon resort to tears
If they have to wait much longer for the bride
Who comes, at last, allaying maternal fears.
And then before the organ's echoes fade,
It's done, and they are married, to a cheer
From all their friends and soft knowing smiles
Of satisfaction from those who came to hear
Continuation of an ancient rite
Confirming married love from year to year.
The church is silent, only the flowers remain
As witness to love's everlasting flame.
Brian Hick December 2014
©copyright Sally Hick 2.12.25
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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
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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
