Tomás Ó Cárthaigh Poems

He faught not war, but a campaign
Freed India from Britains reign,
Caused only the British to shed blood
If only Ireland would camplaign, like India could!
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The Angels they are calling, and you, you cannot stay
When the angels of the Lord beckon, we all must obey
Happier you will be, back where you are from
Now is your time, someday mine will come.
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What I see before me as I look around,
At where there is nobody and nothing
I see peace, I see heaven, in the tranquility,
As a chorus of songbirds start to sing.
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I wish that when my eyes I open,
A better day sometime will see,
Through my actions or those of others,
A better time for all will be.
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The Ballad of Old Clonbroney

One night dark walking along
A lane onto its end,
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Every smile, every gurgle, every cry,
It is to you a gift from God,
Nurture it, and it will grow,
As the seed does in the sod...
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Thank the Lord in your needful hour,
He’s watching over you,
Hes by your side, helping you bear your cross...
Sharing all that you go through.
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‘The most horrible sight to a man in this world’
Words I reads somewhere that escape my brain-
‘Is the beauty of a Ladies smile’
A sentiment I found insane!
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Paul Polansky sat in my kitchen,
Eat pudding and drank black tea,
As if he were but a friend,
Who passing happened to be.
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And there, on a place called calvary, hung the son of God,
For all mankinds salvation, to absove us of our sin,
Should we desire to the Lord ourselves to reconcile,
He would not be found wanting: Heavens Gates us through to bring in.
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