The horn of plenty: a poem

This fantastic poem was written by a guest at Crisis Christmas’ Hammersmith centre.

The Horn of Plenty

Whatever you want they are only happy to get

Wait on hand and foot on the needy queue of strangers

The Crisis Angels are running from

Gates of Heaven to all the corners of the earth to help.


The earth is man’s basic body

The needs are the soul’s despair

But every gloomy thing of deficiency is abundantly overreached by

The Angels’ speedy delivery –

Love, help


And adding to all that

They are never, never short of a smile –

For doing happiness to others

They are so happy in return.


Leave a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s