From December 2014.




A Carol for December 23rd

It is the eve of Christmas Eve,

   And cities move in breathless haste
Looking for some space to relieve
   The mind's distress, the spirit's waste.
Come, Holy One; be quick to save.

We count the hours until the day
   When wisdom shall appear enfleshed
Within a manger thick with hay
   To make the wounded world refreshed.
Come, Holy One; do not delay.

O come, Emmanuel, O King,
   O Dawn that scatters darkness drear:
Come in the silence, whisper, sing,
   And bless your children far and near.
Come, Holy One, our flourishing.

Love all poor sinners back to grace;
   Gentle the hearts of sage and fool;
Make tender now the scowling face;
   Bring potentates beneath your rule.
Come, Holy One: our pride abase.

O Mother Mary, sweet and mild,
   Noble St Joseph, chaste and strong,
Pray that we all be reconciled
   To Life and Light before too long.
Come, Holy One. Come, Holy Child.





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Written on 2020-12-23 at 03:37

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Sona
Beautiful words and such noble thoughts. Truly a masterpiece.
2020-12-23


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice, well crafted.
2020-12-23


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Thomas this demands to be set to music and four part harmony. It has the magisterium of a Palestrina hymn. I can hear the organ in slow liturgical glory with all stops pulled! This is a Masterwork!
2020-12-23