Carol for Christmas for Our TimesA Poem by Tomás Ó CárthaighThe girl referenced in this is the girl who died in the grotto giving birth, shunned by the village for being pregnant and unmarried...It was the greatest love for earth that God has ever shown The awaited Christ child was born in Bethlehem to a girl of fifteen years No room found among Josephs people, we are told in the story as “the inn” Two thousand years had passed nearly, still all knowing mankind still has not learned Mankind to learn that no birth is sinful, in no birth at all is there shame Once upon a time in an Irish town, a girl walked her own Calvary A mere child was with child, we know not as she walked that hill if she shed tears To seek solace in the grotto neath the church on the Moate she went alone He died not on a cross between two thieves, but in her arms, there he died No cattle’s breath to warm him, no wise men arrived with gifts for him to bear We know not did she pray, or did she curse God and the world and all The consequences of mankinds closed minds and pride and gossiping tongues Josephs people live among us, they run to church and pray Glossary:
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7 Reviews Added on December 20, 2015 Last Updated on December 20, 2015 AuthorTomás Ó CárthaighRenmore, Galway, Ireland, An Roinne Mór, Gallaimh, Eire, IrelandAboutTen years on this site... a quick decade, and an age in another way... Flanagan and the Lampost The Novena, some Drama and Midge Ure in Galway Fiddling at Longford Donkey Innovat.. more..Writing
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