Faith, Love and Compassion
- the official website of Elaine Coltham


Poems

Happy Christmas to you

Wishing you a happy and blessed Christmas. Thank you for supporting my writing and the charities I have worked to help over the years with my poetry and my children’s novel. I’m delighted to say my total donated to the charities is getting closer to £6000 now!

I thought I would like to share one of my Christmas poems with you.

God bless always

Elaine

Dream of First Christmas

 

So the bible falls shut

And I close my eyes

Soon I can see them, feel them.

In a dream of first Christmas.

As night’s blackness surrounds me

I see the brightness of one star

The glistening gold on a silhouetted king.

I hear quietness across velvet hillsides

As the darkness of this world descends

Angels suddenly proclaim the arrival

Of the precious new born lamb.

 Inside the stable in awesome stillness

Amongst the rough and crude straw

The heavenly babe innocently sleeps.

Kneeling beside him

Shepherds bow heads in adoration

With fresh hope for this world

Bursting from their triumphant minds.

I witness the start of a pilgrimage

From the wood of the manger

To the wood of the cross.

I feel the joy of his mother Mary

Her fixed gaze never leaves her son

But sadly I have read the script

And I, not wanting to acknowledge

How her tears of happiness

Will turn to those of sorrow.

Before her a gift from the Father

Like no other could give

Soon I awake from my sleep

I can no longer see them

In my dream was the vividness

Of that first Christmas night

Now it is written on my heart

Having unwrapped the everlasting present

And experienced the comfort of a child

In God’s enfolding arms.

So the bible falls open

And I, with eyes willing to see

Read the word and its ending

From the wood of the manger

To the wood of the cross

 And beyond, towards a promise…

 Of eternity.

Elaine Coltham

New poem for Marius…..

Hello dear followers
Sorry haven’t been blogging for a while, but today I wanted to share a new poem written for Marius, a young giraffe killed this morning in Copenhagen Zoo. He was doomed it seems,although many of us tried to raise his awful plight across the world of social media. Those who held the gun would not listen and refused to re home him to a place where he could be loved,cherished and respected for the beautiful part of God’s creation that he was. What more can I say……

Marius Oh Marius
(Dedicated to a young giraffe killed in Copenhagen Zoo)

Marius Oh Marius
We tried hard to fight
Through our tweets and campaigning
Into darkest of night.

But some ears would not listen
Now your heart beats no more
And our hopes for your future
Lie dead on the floor.

We are sorry we failed you
And our tears fall like rain.
May your spirit live on
Across some African plain.

© Elaine Coltham
9.2.2014

Happy advent to you all

Very pleased to tell you that my new book “In Our Hearts” is now published. The book, my eighth, is a collection of my poetry, with introductions to every poem, together with many photographs, drawings and paintings.

The book costs £7.50 and the entire amount I am donating to the St Elizabeth Hospice in Ipswich for their wonderful work.

11th of the 11th

My small tribute in a poem to the many lost in countless wars. Inspired as I watched a remembrance service a few years ago and studied the face of one elderly gentleman who silently stared into the distance………….

Old soldier’s tears silently fall
His suffering we must never ignore
He carries deep scars of atrocities past
Of, sadly, a sometimes forgotten war.

His hands now gnarled, misshapen
Decades past since he held a gun
Or tenderly cradled a dying friend
In foul trenches that saw no sun.

So memories go down amidst poppies
Painfully laid by statue of stone
Where torn apart families remember
Their loved ones who never came home.

Shiny medals glint in the sunshine
Dignified silence of unspoken word
And thoughts of young soldiers still dying
As this world’s battle cries are still heard.

His hope that prayers will be answered
For a day when conflict will cease
Then we will honour the dead by our striving
For a legacy from their loss to be peace.

2007