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ReMember The Night

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ReMember the Night

 

How can you go meekly into the night 

When your world no longer gently goes around?

How can you go meekly into the night

When lives of who you cherish depend on you being wise?

Do you forget that in the beginning time started?

And yet this time has an end as so do you.

For if you have, forget not that all times have their moments besides one Holy one

And at these ends what was judged became honest and what was before was judged.

So question what frightens you most today 

and drive what you most fear to a place called Love

Be inspired, rekindled, and reflamed as you banner your re-nation.

Remember Joan of Arc as she was burned on a wood pyre

What was sinister and left to those that judged then

Is now honest and right

Remember Nelson Mandela 

What was twenty seven years in prison as a black gangster to those that judged then

Is now transforming to honest and right.

Remember your country, your nation and what is being judged today 

As you unpack the suitcases of yesterdays memories.

Remember too your mothers and fathers and gaze deep into the innocence of your child

When you too were honest and often right!

How can you go meekly into the night?

Instead you can kindle your passion like a Joan, Gandhi, Mandela within your fellowships.

Today stand on a human edge of your well of grief,  

grieve and then cry out loud

No longer abide as a timid puppy, fear not as you unchain your wrath of Cerberus 

Bark now “I’m mad as hell and I’m going to stand for this no more”

And then shed this worthless bridle of anger, compassion this fear to drive your love.

I plead again as Christ bleeds again

His Holy tears for God’s eternal love timeless for one and all. 

We love this earth on which we stand. 

Do not go meekly into our good night.

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Comments

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Thu 19th Oct 2023 11:30

Thank you Charlie.
I read D. Thomas's poem at my dad's funeral service.

I refuse to go gently into that dark night of ignorance, as some would have us do; but I will rage against the darkness on behalf of those who cannot rage.

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