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.
Poetry by Thomas D
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Written on 2020-12-23 at 03:37
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