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The Angels Cried

(Harley AllenDeborah Nims)

They came from near
They came from far
Following a distant star
To where he lay

Not being sure of what it meant
But knowing it was heaven sent
They made their way

And the creatures gathered round
And didn’t make a sound
And the angels cried

The angels knew what was to come
The reason God had sent his son
From up above
It filled their hearts with joy to see
And knowing of his destiny 
Came tears of love

And the creatures gathered round
And didn’t make a sound
And the angels cried

I’ve often thought about that night
And wandered if they realized
That stars so bright
Was sent to tell all the land
The son of god would soon become
The son of man

And the creatures gathered round
And didn’t make a sound

And the angels cried
And the angels cried
And the angels cried

 

 

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Beannacht

On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.

And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green,
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.

John O'Donohue, Echoes of Memory

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