Blessed Are Those Whose Transgressions Are PardonedA Poem by Tomás Ó CárthaighFriedrich Wilhelm Herschel and King George, who pardoned him for cowardice, and then made him part of the Royal Court for Astronomy, inspiring the poem below."Blessed Are Those Whose Transgressions Are Pardoned"
Friedrich Wilhelm Herschel and King George, who pardoned him for cowardice, and then made him part of the Royal Court for Astronomy, inspiring the poem below (the webpost from the online group is also there...
A boy in the army served Oath of loyalty he swore To King and Country and to Flag And uniform he proudly wore And thought of adventure And the glory of the war But was unprepared for the reality The bloodshed and the glar. And when the shells were falling And the bulletts flying He looked in fear around him As he saw his comrades dying And as he saw the dangers As to death the wounded bled This boys nerves deserted him And he turned, and in the confusion, fled.
He now was a deserter He now was on the run Should he be captured He now would face a gun That would be loaded Among a rank and file of umpteen more And he would be dead in an instant He who was brave before
But this man had brains and that was known And his king sent out the call This man was needed in his court But he could not come at all An envelope to him was handed And with fear he opened it wide It was from the King himself His pardon was inside And so the Coward who fled in fear For his life was scared As his King he needed him His life, once condemned, was spared
And God he is that King And we are the soldier in the fire of life Who deserts the ranks of Gods Army When faced with the crossfire of strife To spend oour lives in hiding Dreading as death draws near Knowing judgement in ineitable And of it having fear But God loves and needs every one When he sees that man is Good Though desert he did in times of trial God knew that he would For som men are born soldiers Fight and die in glory by the score And some are just good on parade Proud the uniform to have wore. Those are the churchgoers who wear the uniform Who often fail in the fight But God shall judge both brave and cowardly And Savation awaits those that He deems Right. Are you going to Tullamore... be sure not to get puke into your hair...
And if your drinking a pint or playing music... whose to know.. we may meet each other there!!!
I AM the poet!!!
From: Kandycares <[email protected]> © 2008 Tomás Ó CárthaighAuthor's Note
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