Posted by: Peadar Ban | December 28, 2010

Let Him Enter, The King Of Glory

A re-write of an old thing:

O little soul prepare yourself
For the coming of the King!
Whispers in the darkness
Wild and quiet words
Through fields and forest
Among woods and worlds,
Treachery decided
Violence descends
Upon the innocents

You, Wanderer, wonder
Who such news delivers
Through the loneliest of time.
Think! The kindest King is coming!

Come if He will
You cannot, will not
Stop the King.
You must welcome him
Of course, and smile, and bow
For he is coming now.

Do you have the room?
You must make a way
For the King of Glory,
The bloody babe!

Feast of the Holy Innocents, 2010


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