The ancient church spire
Absorbs the sorry scene
It sees the approaching fire
And yet it stands serene
Not keen to yield to natures call
As mighty flames lick, forge on
It will stand majestic and tall
Until the last hope is gone
The spire knows, is assured
That if it’s frame is set ablaze
There will be a spire no more
A short farewell, its final phase
Where church and spire once stood
Embers of faith glow in the rubble
Faith is questioned, misunderstood
But people want to help in times of trouble
The spire saw faith move mountains
It knew faith could rebuild, nurture, thrive
If you look to the example of the spire
See past now, that you can revive, survive
Be sure that faith lingers at a heart’s gate
Stand tall, serene, witness, breathe
You can withstand the whims of fate
You are not scattered ashes and you believe.
Joanne started writing professionally in March 2014.
Her books are available on Amazon, some of her children’s stories can be found on www.childrens-stories.net and a selection of her recent short stories are downloadable from http://alfiedog.com/products-page/joanne-hayle/
A number of her poems have been accepted for publication in anthologies.
Her poem, His Prey, was shortlisted in the Creative Writing Ink competition in August and September 2014 and in October 2014 her haiku was featured in Chrysanthemum in English and German.
Her blog on writing and life with O.C.D. and P.T.S.D. is updated regularly – joannehayle.wordpress.com