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 –
And adding to all that
They are never, never short of a smile –
For doing happiness to others
They are so happy in return.