Today’spoem

WHAT I WANT

I want to love; don’t want

to hate.

Hate won’t get me through

Heaven’s gate.

And yet, one man has

forced my hand

By trying to take

another’s land.

I feel that he attacks

my soul.

But, surely that is

satan’s goal.

I must, with all my

will, resist.

And turn the cheek that

Judas kissed.

I’ll tell myself, his

deadly lies,

That pock the ground,

midst babies’ cries, Come from a man who

doesn’t know

The way that God would

have him go.

But I must not procrastinate, While others hurtle to

their fate.

We cannot leave our hearts

on shelves.

For God helps those who

help themselves.

The sword I wield? It is

my pen.

I load my words and aim

them. Then,

I pray for accurate release, And his demise, and lasting peace.

Ruth Twyman Locker, Yarmouth, Isle of Wight.

Limerick

A man with two knighthoods is thus Presenting a problem for us. How do we address D. Attenborough, no less, Is it Sir Sir, or, maybe, Sir-Plus? Bethan Morgan, Swansea.