A Poem of Hope

When shadows fell and days were long,

My heart had lost its light, its song.

But grace, unseen, still softly led

To doors flung wide and prayers well said.

At Saint Catherine’s, calm and bright,

I stepped into the morning light.

A sacred space, so warm, so true,

Where hearts are kind and skies turn blue.

Each Sunday found me drawn once more,

To peace I hadn’t felt before.

No judgment here, just love profound,

A holy hush, a healing sound.

The smiles that meet me at the gate,

No hint of pride, no trace of hate.

Just souls who shine, who serve, who care—

The salt of earth is gathered there.

They wrapped me in a gentle grace,

And gave my weary spirit place.

A place to breathe, a place to mend,

To speak with God, to find a friend.

And now I know, beyond all doubt,

The Spirit’s hand had drawn this route.

To family I never knew,

To faith revived, to life made new.

So if you’re lost or feeling low,

There is a place where love will grow.

At Saint Catherine’s, hope will rise—

Like dawn within the darkest skies.

• by Joe Hughes

Joe is a valuable member of Saint Catherine’s Church and his poem is a wonderful reflection of his experience over the last number of years.