A star so bright…


He walked among them and felt their joy
it was Christmas Eve but he had no employ
his job was lost, recession has a cost
his back was bowed from all he’d lost.

This year his children would have few toys
no in-line skates or games like other boys
his beloved wife would have little too
it broke his heart but what could he do!

And so he stood upon the railway track
knowing he couldn’t get it back
he heard the train from so far away
not wanting to face another day.

And while he stood and waited there
a star so bright he had to stare
his earthly troubles all slipped aside
a presence engulfed and he warmed inside.

He realised his dreadful selfish act
would worsen many other lives in fact
and hurried back to the home he shared
full of guilt for how he’d not cared.

He reached his door to find his wife
the beautiful woman who shared his life
and in her hand an envelope
contained an offer of work and hope.

The next day dawned and as he woke
inside his head a small voice spoke
patience my son, things do work out
retain your faith, remove all doubt.

That Christmas Day was good indeed
from children’s joy that filled a need
and from a faithful inner glow
brought about by Him we know.

©Joe Wilson – A star so bright… 2014

The Family Silver Sale Or The Stafford Hospital Lament…

I didn’t realise. I was a fool
Just another government tool
Beavering away, working hard
Until I got the pensioner’s card.

And now my ancient bones all ache
I’ll need NHS for my health’s sake
But a third of contracts in sickness’ fray
Like my local hospital, they were given away.

People’s views all treated with disdain
The Health Service reeling from such internal pain
While the wealthy go private, it’s simple for them
The ire of voters won’t be so easy to stem.

©Joe Wilson – The Family Silver Sale or The Stafford Hospital Lament… 2014

…oh the misplaced doubts of young men…

…nagging doubts (quelled)…

He arrived and saw her all alone
And wondered if she felt lonely too
Or if she had come here to their place with him
But then their eyes met and he just knew.

He still could feel the love of old
And hurt still from what she had done
But something told him she still cared
Say something now or be undone.

He slowly walked across the crowded room
His head still full of nagging sway
But seeing her so vulnerable, his heart reached hers
He took her hand and chased his doubts away.

Many years since that time have passed
Their love has grown and grown and grown
And of that time so long ago
They remember, but keep their thoughts their own.

©Joe Wilson – …oh the misplaced doubts of young men…2014

She waits in hope…

Though willing hands are always there
To feed her, dress her, and brush her hair
Disease has crept through her with stealth
Some things just can’t be stopped with wealth.

The frailty was quite slow at first
She couldn’t fasten her shoes at worst
But then it weakened her gentle heart
And eventually it tore her life apart.

And though she prayed with all her might
She started soon to lose her sight
She fell down often and broke her hip
And life began to fade and slip.

In time she couldn’t leave her bed
And dreamed her dreams of Christ instead
For she well knew he’d suffered worse
Than her small Earthly painful curse.

Now in her mind in fear she weeps
Her life but spent in fitful sleeps
She waits in hope for His Holy hand
To lead her to the Promised Land.

©Joe Wilson – She waits in hope…2014

Family down


Going down the stairs on that March Saturday afternoon
I looked out of the landing window at the torrential rain
It was then that I heard a loud hollow thump as he fell
And I was never to see my father alive again.

I was just a little shy of my thirteenth birthday
It was the unhappiest and saddest of my days
My mother now a widow had lost her best friend
And the pain that followed hurt in many ways.

Five brothers and our sister had lost a rudder
To the ship that is a family going through life
And the empty place not filled beside the table
Strikes at the heart as with a rusty knife.

Time passes and my brothers number just one
And my sister makes us three and not now six
For over four decades and five my kin have fallen
And that’s one statistic nothing can ever fix.

Never fail to love the ones you care for
Never fail to tell them how much you care
For sometimes if you turn around for too long
You turn your head and they’re no longer there.

©Joe Wilson – Family down 2014

The Caring Society

Looking back I see a time when people just did what they did
They didn’t need or get a special award for doing it
They just set to and got on with the task  –  that was how things were
The media focuses on the bad and the rest has become a blur.

Today I heard of yet another such award, this time in mental health
The award will be given to those who work very hard…doing their job
I refer you back to my first two lines, for that is how it was
People never needed recognition to care for someone else.

But truth is it’s not the people who day by day work so hard
It’s the heads of these services and government who cover it up so well
The failings in their decisions that create a kind of hell
For the unfortunate ones in difficulty   –   and the carers who just daren’t tell.


New Year Thoughts

There’s a horror that Gaia feels deep in the ground
That her riches and goodness are ill spread around
The wars that are fought over her bounty are many
The haves having plenty, the have-nots not any
There’s enough to go round if we tried more to share
We’d all gain much more as it feels good to care.

Perhaps resolve this year to say hi to your neighbour
And accept a nice smile as reward for your labour
…and that which we have, but don’t need, we could offer
………..to those much less lucky with no bountiful coffer.

The Lonely Man

He sat there lonely, very sad

Redundancy was very bad

You’re too old at forty-eight

Go and sit, and wait – and wait.

And after he had sat and waited

Pride had gone, he felt deflated

No one would ask him

No one would care

Who’d want to know

Why he was sat there!

And thus he sat as he was told

On old park benches, tired and cold

Until one day he simply died

Nobody missed him, nobody cried.

He was far too young at fifty-seven

To leave his bench and find his Heaven.


But, no one had asked him

No one had cared

His dignity gone

He’d completely despaired.