The Hope Cafe in Wide Close, Lanark closed this week, with a final fiesta.However, the organisation continues, with the Stonehouse Hope Cafe, fortnightly on Thursdays and the Bun and a Blether. I was lucky to get a new venue for the Wee Read expressive writing group at Greyfriars Church. So, it’s the end of one era, the beginning of another…
I wrote a wee poem for thr Hope Cafe final fiesta.
What it means to me
What it says to me
Who I meet here
Who I meet here
Hope we’ll keep life
Hope we’ll come home
Hope we’ll stay friends
Hope our family
I also took an existing poem, and changed one word throughout, using Hope in the place of Happiness.
After So Much happiness, by Naomi Shihab Nye
It is difficult to know what to do
with so much hope.
With sadness there is something to rub against,
a wound to tend with lotion and a cloth.
When the world falls in around you,
you have pieces to pick up,
something to hold in your hands,
like ticket stubs or change.
But, hope floats,
It doesn’t need you
to hold it down.
It doesn’t need anything.
Hope lands on the roof of the next house singing,
and disappears when it wants to.
You are hopeful either way.
Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful … house
and now live over a quarry of noise and dust
cannot make you unhopeful.
Everything has a life of it’s own,
it too could wake up
filled with possibilities
of coffee and cake,
and love even the floor
which needs to be swept…
Since there is no place large enough
to contain so much hope,
you shrug, you raise your hands,
and it flows out of you,
into everything you touch.
You are not responsible.
You take no credit,
as the night sky takes no credit for the moon,
but continues to hold it,
and to share it,
and in that way,
Here are some photos of the day.